Lyrics:
Only presents that I want this year
Is the presence of my darling dear
And for her to come running
To me
Milk and Cookies
By the Christmas Tree
Is where
like a deacon, lookin' for me, gotta pull out a beacon
Keep tweakin' the music, I'm stayin' lit beat, pop a lil' pea, now she ready to eat
Four by four,
because I ain’t got both my kidneys
Damn
Dear Heavily father, I got a problem
By Killers in robbers, while I’m trying to prosper
See I’m in the trenches,
hoes know me by my name
They aint gon give no pussy up to a lame
I don’t watch moves I’m doing my thing,
Coulda copped the foreign but I spent it chains
are far away
"Don't worry dear"
Is what I'll say
So come on over
We can lay here
And then watch the stars go by
I'll be right here in your dreams
Close
It was the night before,
When all through the world,
No words, no dreams
Then one day,
A writer by a fire
Imagined all of Gaia
Took a journey
fond of players
Only wanted ballers
To spoil her
Six figures and camcorders
So what you trying to tell me dear
I got Bentley, Benz send in Mr
Dear Santa,
I am VERY VERY VERY UPSET.
Last Christmas I made my wish list…
Checked it twice… and on Christmas I didn't get anything nice
You
oh yeah my mother dear
Lapis drip that's a ice crip
Til the mayflower that's a nice ship
Stack potatoes up twin Twice chips
Glossing on em with them
hate fans steers away from the peer here dear mr liam smith its so
Clear i got my own name but you hate can't not tame my lame i wouldnt give to dime i
a thrown in a home over-looked by a tyrant
My weapon? Ammunition from the books I'm supplied with
Ballistics for a David tryna cook up Goliath
I'm Mr. Too
to pop xannys to the floor
That's why I can't feel you anymo'
I use to sip molly in cup
Days turn to years now what's up
I haven't been home in minute
I
My brain is in the clear, thoughts focussed on her figure yeah
It could've been my year, very near
Pardon me dear, artistry is a part of me
But my
the leaves
Standing below the Christmas star
Jingling like merry Christmas bulbs
I saw you standing by the Christmas angel
And I just can't tell
Run away
Make friends with the moon
Oh dear little baby
All I want is you
All I ask is that you be true
I promise this time
That I'll be there too
I
a strange, strange day
We could navigate our position by the stars
But they've taken out the stars
Well the stars have all gone
And I'm glad you've come
Yo, 'Law
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, ya know I'm sayin'?
and there
Make a wish for something dear
Steady is the hand that paints
The galaxies of love and fate
Oh Mr. Man on the Moon up in the air
What are you doing
Because you're mine the brightest star I see looks down
My love, and envies me because you're mine
Because you're mine because you're mine
Because you're mine the brightest star I see looks down
My love, and envies me because you're mine
Because you're mine because you're mine
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
leave me behind,
Right in the dust, yeah,
Dear Mr. Someone please tell why I face this lonesome fate,
All I know is all is cut short save
the one
But if there's someone to blame, I'm not the one
Stay out of my dear head
And though I left you on read
You're with me, I go by father,
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