Lyrics:
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
and a string of Christmas lights
'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights
By and by, Lord, by and by
that night her hot
Humpy performance of "Anaconda" was part of
A medley, and it was followed by a quick
Costume change that didn't quite reach
Words by Christopher Cross and John Bettis
Music by Christopher Cross and Michael Omartian
We all know how the story begins
How we fall so easily
Louder in our ears every night When Laura and Danny broke up She set her sights on Billy Stone Well, I had just split from Jonathan So by chance, I was all
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
gettin haunted
By the ghost of Christmas past
The ghost of Christmas past
The ghost of Christmas past
Yeah we still gettin haunted
By the ghost
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Ho ho ho merry Christmas
Deck the halls with pounds of molly
Fa la la la la la la la la
If you cross us you'll be sorry
Fa la la la
before, in my little snapshot album.
The night was dark and the hour was late,
She was kissing her boy by the garden gate,
Wouldn't she love to see page
somethin', huh?
How come they never cross over to us, huh?
I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley's album cover
the churchyard
And I thought they played their music just for me
And day by day
The rain turned to snow
I don't hear them anymore
The bells of Christmas
Best friends and lovers, never thought the story'd end
But you broke up with me in March of 2018
Three months have passed by
You still cross my mind
Out
be the one to hold you tight
Imma be the one
This Christmas
Its Chrismas baby
This Chrismas
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeap Cross
We the perfect couple cause
preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a cross mixing
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes,
This Album, is a specific album
Dedicated to a specific person
Just know that the reason why I’m heartless, is due to you
Ima need a Wave on this
Christmas lights through car windows
In Southern California it never snows and that's fine by me
Let's go to that Starbucks drive-thru then drive
the whip with that blunt in my mouth
Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (woo)
My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country
I finish
bewitching
All who see it get afflicted
Snow ain't falling round us, but white
Will still flow for her, ms Christmas get up
Filling every fit out
She like
That blunt in my mouth
Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it
(Woo) my bitch got good pussy
Fly her 'cross the country
I finish the show and I hop
Plus everybody round her I hate everybody round her
If the Grinch was a black man he would be my daddy
Cause he keeps a gun cocked in his Christmas
a statue of Buddha by her hot tub
When her soul gets cold she gives his belly a rub
Now some folks say he is and some say he ain't
But for me Saint
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
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