Lyrics:
The old Grinchy Claus hissed as
He climbed to the roof, empty
Bags in his fist Then he
Slid down the chimney, a rather tight pinch
But if Santa Claus could
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down"
Yours was the righteous gun
Where are you now, my son?
We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve
The French,
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
what's up with them niggas that was on the TV dissin' you?)
Man fuck them niggas, man I ain't thinkin' about that old shit, man
(Buster ass,
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler
This is a mean old world, try livin' by yourself
This is a mean old world, try livin' by yourself
Can't get the one your lovin' have to use
the good the bag the ugily
the money's around your way lovely
where for art thou Meth tical god child
I pack a smile like crocidile profile
of time)
I'll change the street signs you drive down
So you end up in my town
I'll re draw the maps all one by one
So they all lead to Bremerton
half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking
the type you shoot dice with and win dawg
Unless you want to get your ass laid out in Gilmore
He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they
Tinsel trees, the crazy lights,
Blankets for cold.
We sing-along to Christmas songs.
Traditions new and old.
Your friends drop by to drink eggnog
of steel
There's a road that's never used
It's never kissed with the hiss of wheel
In your mouth is a rusted brace
That you flash with your junkyard smile
the same
With all the same old girls in town
Press reception takes the day
With all the same old things to say
Need your picture, smile this way
And will
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
of every little dream
Pack your bags and feel the green
Your smile is sheer, when everybody's near
I hope the sunshine will appear
I see it in your eyes
boy! That's right! You might even have to pack your bags and leave town! What do you mean you might join the Hell's Angels? Coy! Don't you hang up on me!
This is why
We never talk about it
We always end up
In a heated argument
I can see you
Walking in the light
Waiting for the train
To pass you by
Do
C'mon pack your bags
Clear the floor
Let's step out through the open door
Leave a not that says goodbye
Build a new house
Down by the sea
Get
and throw out your old clothes
that make you dreary
and dress up in something new
focus on your future
and stop turning to look back
pack your bags
run, baby, run
When life is too much
Why not run away?
Leave your troubles behind.
When you feel depressed
When you're in a mess
Pack up your
never gave me luck, they're just gaps in my teeth
I smile a lot, why not?
Fine girls getting eyed up, it's best to keep your eyes shut
Too nice to keep
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