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I don't know why they hate on me, solid as stone
McCauley Caulkin, keep it by my side, when I be Home Alone
Call her J. Holiday, she want to lay in my

l'air like my name Jonathan
Fuck all ton trap shit ça l'a fait son temps

Le trap est dead so we back to the root
Rookie fait ton chemin pendant

wit my stick 
All guns fuck a fist
We ain't ducking no Action
Hell Na we ain't forget 
Murder murder kill kill 
Do a drill lips sealed
Mask up by your

Stone
Unless you're J Dilla's ghost, don't throw a stone
I know it sounds arrogant to say this
But your criticism on my latest
Isn't weighted if you ain't

du lac
On prend des bateaux, pis des quatos, part en bateau
Jusqu’à demain, chu back
On fait du feu pis des tracks
Claque la de-mer comme embarquer un

I be in the studio getting some bread 
Got a thick Spanish bitch and she giving me head in the back of Lac 
And I'm never lacking spitting hot fire

think of when
My mom and I immigrated to America

I was almost 7 at the time, born in Havana
Cuba my papá is puro Mexicano
And we lived back and
Forth

my inner villain
Tu lack au lac comme si tes a pêche
T'es autant relevant que Paul Daraiche
Tu tpenses pour le president, lol arrête
J'climb le game

Right Back

Sublime

Stand by Your Van

1998

myself a gun and I'm right back, right back where I'm from

Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
My girlfriend said so, she's a little

Right Back

Sublime

Everything Under the Sun

2006

myself a gun and I'm right back, right back where I'm from

Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
My girlfriend said so, she's a little

Right Back

Sublime

3 Ring Circus - The Bootleg Series: Live at the Palace

2013

myself a gun and I'm right back, right back where I'm from

Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
My girlfriend said so, she's a little

les blizzards

J’me rappelle way back 
Quand j’connaissais rien du rap 
Et qu’en plus j’n’avais rien à battre s 
L’ignorance je sais qu’elle m’attrape

and awake, we give thanks and praise
Hustler got no holiday
Tutu m’anamon si baabi yie
Mɛ na mɛ nie
Woi Jah Jah guide my way

Up and awake, we give thanks

filled with nonsense, show me where the meth at
Man I'm a train wreck, numbing the pain by killing my pay cheques
And I feel like I hate rap but I cannot

you got my back
When I do my thang, help me get on my feet

[S.J.:] Ohh if, only you knew
[Twista:] If only you knew
[S.J.:] How much I do
[Twista:] How

And I don't really wanna go back to that shit
But I'm glad to have like twenty-seven fans that be fucking with me
Stall my entrance into the real world

me,way back, then
I give my life to Jesus coz  the devil wanna use me for his gain
I give my life to Jesus, for in Jesus  everyday is a holiday x2

T'was the night before Christmas December 24
My list isn't finished there's just a little bit more
So I made the decision and I rode to the store

is in you yeah
Loving by the fire that's what you get
You've been on my wishlist
I don´t even care if it's Christmas
Now my favourite holiday is you

fucking tree
So don't you call my parents or come crawling back to me
Merry Christmas, go fuck yourself
I can celebrate the holidays all by myself
With

No touch your toes shit
Call me J on a holiday
Fuck that woke shit
You thirsty?
Chug from my oasis
Look at their faces
Catch fades and cases
So they

make you stupid
Now i'm popping on the ace of spades
Alomo bitters with my sprite still freeze
Yes i keep it real cos i'm a real gee
Any chick you see by

to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by

more Christmas
Curled up by the fire
All our holiday desires come true
Even if it's the last one spent with you

I contemplated sharing my feelings
But