Lyrics:
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
sneak into your library and scribble in all your books
The Backson, The Backson! We don't like the Backson!
When decorating your Christmas tree, they
forget on Christmas morning
When my family we will all gather around our house
Mama will sit over there in her big old rocking chair
She would speak so
temptation
But our eyes stay distracted by our hope, but my sight is readjusting
I'm tired of locking the door and hitting my knees to the floor to pray for
falling down
Children are playing and having fun
Look at the houses, they are lighted up by candles
They show you the way back home
Can you feel the love
Go Let's Go, Let's Get Out of Here
Christmas in Atlantis
Watching the Mermaids walking by
Carrying drinks and cheer and stockings hip high
Christmas
funny
I laughed at ‘em, did it, now it’s not as funny
Like A Christmas Story, and for Christmas we’d go
Down to Madison, and spend it with the family only
Mrs. Hannah seemed old back when I was a child
We lived in her house by the railroad tracks
My father would take me along with the rent cheque
For
this quick
And you cannot fit in my shoes
Big foot couldn’t fit this
Light the tree like it’s Christmas cuz our presence is always a gift b****
Smoke
The night before Christmas alone in the dark
Not a creature is stirring except for my heart
This old house without you just don't feel right
Oh,
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Annie your our guest for christmas
and for the next 2weeks your gonna have a swell time
Cicil will pick out all ur clothes
Green no blue is her
The night 'fore Christmas
The window was broken out the
House we lived in
On Fairfield, it was way back, I can remember
When I ain't had this Pyrex pot
It's gonna be a good year for Santa Claus
At our house there's hardly room for another gifts 'neath the tree
But when I was a boy one year he nearly
should thank my lucky stars
For 56 years and the family gathered in this little house of ours
This house ain't been a home since you've been gone
It's
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa
yeah
Take off our winter coats, let's make this house a happy home
The caroling, the Christmas scents got us in the mood to make some love
Let's take it
Christmas lights go out in January
People take down their trees, gold stars and fairies
Holiday hype gone neighbours calming down
By 8 PM there's not
It all started when I left my mumma's house in 017
I moved in with my friend, he lent me some green
And some coke to try and get my money float
Tryna
At momma’s house
Sitting on the couch
This is everything I’m talking bout
Hot cocoa mixed with Baileys for my lady
Ain’t no better day than spending Christmas
threw him out,
and my sister, she lives three streets over and two houses down
and my father is buried in town
by his father's side,
and me, i spent my
weed
Drive-bys every day
Wonder what's goin' on
Here outside wit my muthafuckin' A.K.
Woah, what I'm gonna do when it's cold outside?
Ha, oh, woah
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