Lyrics:
for the holiday cheer
Sing it loud for everyone to hear Move ahead without fear
Moving slowly, the night is young I'm a hero, I go unsung
You're
I'm old enough
Will you sing me to sleep with three chord blues?
Yeah, punk rock is dead
It's gonna grow up anatomic too
Standing in your five o'clock
I'm old enough
Will you sing me to sleep with three chord blues?
Yeah, punk rock is dead
It's gonna grow up anatomic too
Standing in your five o'clock
You dream big sitting in your room locked up
Time's up you're gonna have to come down
Get a job pay the bills and the mortgage
But I'm not sleepin
I really paid my dues by staying loyal to the game
Empowered by my struggle hope my music does the same
Uplifted I'm gifted
Made changes and I'm
I-If all you gonna do is talk that shit and hate I don't fuck with you (Yeah)
They only wanna ride 'cause they see that I'm getting that woo (That
Brixton baddest, loud come maddest
Bill up a zoot don't die for blem
Spliff be fattest, shit's done now i'm glad it's
Shots down pots down lay on a couch no
don't care what's good for me, Shit is never what it seems (What it seems)
The grass is more green that shit made up like a melody
And I'm gonna sing that
don't care what's good for me, Shit is never what it seems (What it seems)
The grass is more green that shit made up like a melody
And I'm gonna sing that
Just touch down pon a dinner date
(I had to take you somewhere nice)
I'm sitting with Drake
Heard bitches got mad when the Don came
New money
I had to tell the devil just to stop it
Now I'm locked in
Running with no caution
I'm chasing your name
And I'm raising my faith
With you by my side
The day they metcha
You let them getcha
So now you might as well split, yeah
Yes man, I'm diggin', you tell me
I'm gonna pack my suitcase
I hear ya
an ice bear
About you, I will never care
I'm hundred percent gonna walk right past you while you screaming I'm right here
You can't join us because you
on a roll
I'm rolling by, four front tires, so inspired
Raised the bar, I'm on the rise, it's
Trunk music
Shit, you can bump to it
Pull her up to it
the battlefield to the booth
Real veterans, real music only
This is the World War Cypher
You get that?
Shaggy!
Ding ding im in the ring, no guarantee im gonna
can't
Face my mortality, how you gonna live forever that shit boring (Huh)
How you quiet in the booth bitch I'm roarin' (Uh)
Yeah I like the rage shit
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper
Into this thing
The deeper I go
The more knowledge I know
What to sing
What to bring
Wha
I
But it looks like women have fun by breaking my heart down
I'm on my way to the peak
Juggling Maserati keys
I'm gonna have em all
I'll have a crib
want it to change
How come nobody told me
That this was the secret?
I’m not paying bills
With my adequate skills yet
So I’m yours from sunrise to sunset
scream
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
I
you were the truth
I'd never believe it
Ain't gonna happen
As long as I'm breathing
As long as I'm walking on this earth
As long as it turns
it has been along
We cannot sit by and see conscience become history
So come on, get up and dance
Dance this dance with me
(Gonna keep on dancing,
leave you hanging
I wanna draw you close
I want you to tell me you love me
Cause I got a feeling, I'm not gonna be
Able to tell you that I just like you
of my things at your place
You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded
You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes
But we got bills
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