Lyrics:
[hook]
These 12 Nights Are Going By So Fast
Pretty Soon Christmas Will Be In The Past
'cause It Really Is My Favorite Time Of The Year
Snow
fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
looking for a signal that you're still around
Heavenly father, it's been six years since I've seen her last
I still apologise, but it could not have been
we've been renting for six months for a fortune and
Sometimes I take a magazine and I escort them two by two
On a little glossy lifeboat into the garden
sibling 6 feet below
Grab the gun and load the ammo, ammo
Caz my brother got a halo aww no
Plus his baby girl a 6 years, how old
Oh woah oh woah woah
If
We all stand alone
I watch the sun move away
As I embrace the night
And my black dog has it's day
For six long years, you shall not pass
bother cry
Lift up your head, lift it up to the sky, yo
Rockabye don't bother cry
Angels surround you, just dry your eye
Now she gotta a six year old
to clear a bong
She Moved up here by the water
With her six-year-old daughter
Maybe see if we could get along
And now it's 10 years later
But it's still like
a hundred thou'?
Being broke ain't really it's a mindset, and I'm just tryna figure out how
By the end of this year I can cash out in Newport on a 2.6 million
and scarred with twenty-six years of unresolved pain.
I am begging you to take this grief from my childhood hands.
In the United States Constitution, we
I, man, just from a kid
Five, six year old, that's all he did
And some people may say
Oh you know, it sucks for this father and this and that
But hey,
surprised that hasn't change through'out these many years
That old tree ain't grown much more than six or seven feet
Lord I sometimes wish that I lived
the wearer of seed, the one saluted by Indra protect my private parts
Let Ram soul of the seed, the one who won over old age protect my thighs
Let
it, sad avenue
Nothing ever works
Year to year
Week to week
We are just living by the hope
That never gets realistic
Sad Avenue
I'm from a place where
thirty years old
But in Eurovision, it will give your number a contemporary feel
Step six, costumes
You need to look memorable
Something that
Now she got your ass up in court, facin' child support
For a kid he found out wasn't his
But when he, 8 years old and you, glued to his soul
Your
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushing back on your hairline
Fucking ? will have you stuck in that pill line
Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend
steps
A six year old with a new school bag
Starin' down his drive
Holdin' on to his mama's hand
he's going on his first bus ride
He's takin' steps
Year's Day, it's 6 o'clock AM
I've never seen Sunset this abandoned
Reminds me predictably of the world's end
It'll be good to get more space
God knows
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I guess it’s that time of the year again right?
(Pretty much)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah
Na-na na-na, na-na-na
Yeah!
Dropped my old chick, It’s back
on that
I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I likes to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? secure my novel
When, I was fifteen years old
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One, happy new year
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
It's a new world, it's a new world
they gunna rape
You cannot censor my brain
Joe Biden's hands on the waste
Of nine year olds all on tape
Don't let this go off the tape
I ride this beat
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