This is a song about "Missions week hometown bound"

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

I like listening to music in the week.

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

He gets a great paying job and moves back to his hometown

Thats what its bound to be

Lets come up to my city

Lemonhead end up dead

Planned nothing for the week ahead

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I have to say r.i.p because, i'll see you again next week.

I could beat you with my wrists bound

Reason i stuck with the sound

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

We be dreamers just tryin at our own missions

Your annoyance is bound,

They just go around