Lyrics:
in a Rari
I ain't loving no hoe li bit I'm sorry yeh yeh
I fuck her tonight she gone by tomorrow
She swallowed my kids can't take me on Maury
Fucking
taking off but I’m missing my flight
Working real hard just to treat you right
Save a little bit for some gifts you’d like
Tucked by the tree got ‘em
say, "Have a Happy Holiday"
And every year, I sincerely try
Oh, but Christmas, it always makes me cry, hmm
It's the ones we miss, no one to kiss
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money
You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam
Nigga, Swiss Miss chick
like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need
like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need
mind
But I know I'll always get the most from any given situation
I'lI just ride
You know I like to party but I'll never hide the feelings I have for you
mind
But I know I'll always get the most from any given situation
I'lI just ride
You know I like to party but I'll never hide the feelings I have for you
I'm thinking 'bout a broken heart
I'm talking 'bout the break of dawn
You love me while I'm here
Then you can miss me when I'm gone
Sweet
Without you by my side
I'll still try to force a smile
Just hope I make it out alive
It's Christmas and I fucking miss you
Walking down the streets
I'm thinking 'bout a broken heart
I'm talking 'bout the break of dawn
You love me while i'm here
Then you can miss me when i'm gone
Sweet
She can’t get enough of the pickin
Eh ooh ahhh so we saw lis in Ghana
Honezly, honezly, speakin
She can’t get enough of the pickin
Eh ooh ahhh so we saw
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
All days
We go back as far as when we were in our teens
Hallways
Holidays
Our days
Do you remember
It wasn’t all that long ago remember
I was in your
and spot the planes
Where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles
And down the streets the weeks roll by.
I'm chewing ice
and the rhyming's, an attempt to, just stymie
The steady advance of this tellurian invention
Despond, hovering, over holiday
Like a marshy pond's will-o'-the-wisp
the good I have
Is all because of you
After everything you love me
By some miracle you do
We all sing this birthday song
To show our gratitude
Maybe we just
being free
The way I miss being free?
The way I miss being free?
Years flew by like so fast
I moved away soon after that
Wonder where you went off
fam, cuz I know yall really miss it
It's a whole lotta love, in this holiday season
Done lost hope, but you give me reason
I gotta say, I don't
thinking 'bout a broken heart
I'm talking 'bout the break of dawn
You love me while I'm here
Then you can miss me when I'm gone
Sweet misunderstanding
Won't
It's time like this to see what really
Counts
It's the simple things like a Christmas song sing along
And your ready for the holiday It's the simple
my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc
Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock
Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
on the TV, watching SVU
Now when I pull up, black trucks in the SVU
aunt Gladys made the holidays extra special
Mama Ella, damn, I miss her, she would never
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