Lyrics:
It's so synthetic
And I hate when it gets cold
And I hate Home Alone
It's so pathetic
That I hate the holidays
I hate the holidays
I hate the holidays
The top just the plot when it thickens the dough that we rollin in like its snowing in
Layla Khepri is the name get to know it
I wanna lotta shit
Like it's
away
And when it gets cold I'll be yours
Let the bells ring on a fool's holiday
I swear that I'm more than just broken promises,
Decorations can
a nigga get home, quit cryin' (quit cryin')
I'm with the devil, she told me the deal
I've been workin' so hard in the kitchen
You act wild when you miss
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry this up right baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that's right
This the time when we take time to remember
All
is on a low ooo
Oh oh oh
But i'll never forget
Home is when I get you sitting by me
Kisses on your lips and baby am alive
Take me to your shrine
I'll
you're worth
You will feel terrific
When you get back down to earth
From a dreamer's holiday!
(You, climb aboard a butterfly)
(An' take off
on some kinky stuff when I
Get home to break you off
I can be your guidance whenever get lost
Sendin' me flicks on that sidekick
Stressin' out you had a bad
Niggas get killed when they get too much fame
You'll get robbed when you got
A big enough chain
Dumb niggas fuck up drills 'cause
They don't got aim
Hit
Everybody took a holiday
Everybody took a holiday
On a Sunday in July
Everybody made up their minds
And when Monday rolled around no one came home
All
fucked a rat
Wake up in the mornin, mad as hell
With the wrong bitch in the wrong hotel
Shoulda gave up when you first struck out
Now you tryna get
Attitude so amusing, make your fans laugh like I'm craze clown
You be claiming that your team rocks, when we show up all your knees down
And this one for my
on Mondays
Life gets better in my ugly pink sweater
Then it starts to snow
Cuz when it falls you know
Room filled with holiday cheer
It's gonna be a pink
on Mondays
Life gets better in my ugly pink sweater
Then it starts to snow
Cuz when it falls you know
Room filled with holiday cheer
It's gonna be a pink
get that
They talkin' bout how you fell off
When it's all about how you get back
Hustle every minute, every hour
Shit can go from sweet to sour
I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I windmills Dr. J
She going to follow my
motherfuckers can't even lace my boots
When I hang 'em
I'm the hangman
You try to escape the noose and get tangled
They should fall on their knees
And just pray
plans and I'll mail you a card."
Only, I don't know when I can get out of the city (aye)
I got no fucks to give
You know I've been too fuckin' busy
I introduce to you
Home Alone For Litmas
Let's Get It
Know what time it is when you hear the bells
Holiday season know I'm off the rails
You can
home for Christmas, let me know
I don't believe you want to spend your holiday alone
So write me a letter if you're coming home
Christmas will be better
pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three emcees
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside,
home
Take you up straight to the balcony
You can look at the city
While i burst up your kitty
You can turn off your beepbeep
It's a holiday mami
Heyyy
[Intro:]
J. Holiday
[Trey Songz:]
And Songz
[J. Holiday:]
Ay-ay-ay, Ay, Ay-ay-ay, Ay, Ay-ay-ay, Ay)
Put you to bed, bed, bed
Put you to bed, bed,
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