Lyrics:
that's all I know
I'm going on a holiday
No plans
No destination
Just us
Just friends
It will be amazing
I'm going on a holiday
I'm going on a holiday
He lost his keys and I can't find my wallet and we're looking for a place to go
We left the apartment and we hopped in the Echo and we drove down
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze
For
the holidays,
'Cause no matter how far away you roam -
If you want to be happy in a million ways,
For the holidays - you can't beat home, sweet home
I met
the tree
Escaped their games and came to me
Well, one year on, no, I'm not scared
I've sent the invites, I'm prepared
For all the monsters, blood and gore
my city all alone
Everyone I love only see 'em through the phone
I know it ain't right to be hate'n for no reason
I know some home town niggas that
and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.
Siberian
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze
For
Can't make it home for holidays
My eyes are in a daze
She texting far away and now I'm in a dream state
I've been struck up in my ways and wishing on this
Bring us in, Matt
Kirstin
Alright, Mitch
Come on, Kevin
Hey
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you
Now I'm coming home to you baby
Sit back let me take you to another place
As I sing to you smoke a blunt by the fireplace
This holiday is made for you
and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.
Siberian
physically free, mentally livin' in
Cages, pray for 'em, yeah
New Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned
side
Run up a jet like a G9
I'm a lagoon, no seaside
We ain't from where this beach die
On the side, keep heat by
Who got the drugs for the cheap buy
gun do the fucking job but it got fired nigga
Burnout in a hellcat now I really got no tires nigga
Fuck that bitch for 30, Ian nut, I got tired nigga
There's some layers to this nigga
Your girl at home, heel wearing
Preparing for this nigga
And I, simply put, give
Her whatever she need, whatever the beat
it hurts
Sometimes when I hit the herb
I wonder who gonna flip first
No time for Bye Byes
East side did a drive by
Ain't it crazy how time fly
Let's
I don’t see no one as a threat
I just wanna make music
But like a soft top Merc I can switch an’ get ruthless
They wanna watch my movements
Hand
after the holidays
Hope I made him laugh while he fightin' for his freedom
Know it's free my nigga Casanova 'til they free him (oh yeah)
(Is it okay if
we gotta chop
It up to get the best version, so just)
Take all your favorite holidays
You know, I feel like in
Martin Luther King Day
For his dream
at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so long people have been saying "No more war",
But for all those demands little has changed.
Seeing that the Peace Movement
again
If I see you no one will know
I don't need no
Gifts or rules
This holiday
I'd risk my life
So I could see your face
I'll do it for you
I'll risk
no sleep
Kinda things we do in the East
Ends meet any means for the green
Tucked in, hold heat by the sheet
(W)rapped on em, only left I pass on em
relentless
All the days i did her wrong i came home and felt the tension
Told her we strive get closer to the game no bfly
And we gone count some ms when we
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