Lyrics:
this shit just my main squeeze
Coming to the crib, breaking down a set of keys
Back in the days, I admit, I had some issues (yeah)
Two twelve
When school let out in December, we got to play ev'ry day in the snow
We'd make snowman elves at Santa's village, pretend it was the North Pole
I'd
gone for twelve summers, locked up eleven years
And brighter days are ahead, see it clear
Sometimes it be like that, keep going
You only get one life
letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
to walk,|saying 'Now pick up your cross and follow me'.||Now it wasn't long before the final test,|betrayed by one of twelve he loved the best.|And for thirty pence
Hmm
This year is gonna be different
I ain't gon let 'em destroy me and try to ruin Christmas
I gotta hit Mariah Carey or somethin', she got it
letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
focus on what they didn't do
Christmas dinner with the homeless I was only twelve
Next year we volunteered, same charity as well
That seasonal depression
killed em
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts every day
being ignored and pushed
Around by the label
They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way
the half
First day of school like you couldn't do the math
Really looking back, all I wanna do is laugh
Begging me to stay when I slipped right out the trap
Levon likes his money
He makes a lot they say
Spends his days counting
In a garage by the motorway
He was born a pauper
To a pawn on a Christmas
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
begun
I've got an idea
Let's put the Christmas tree up
We can add the lights and garland too
Candy canes and ornaments will do
By the window gives
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
him
He always talked like he was some kind of pseudo-intellectual theorist
On the first day of school he made me read an essay out loud and it had
"What do you want?"
I want twelve more days of Christmas cause shit too much fun
Ugh this is so hard
I tried everything
Everything?
Yes, everything
Well
Abba - The Day Before You Came
I must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
at school I was
Never had sense of direction, I was lost
Removed from the State school by the mother, oh
Soon enough I was moved to a private shithole
Yeah,
trade in all the presents and the Christmas trees
For one more moment, one more laugh that you would share with me
Three years went by and I won't lie,
Someday this year
Sunday is here
My day is here
For cake and cheer
Can't wait, lay awake, last night
Like Christmas Eve getting those kinda vibes
gets disability allowance (wha'?)
No deals after midnight
Can make five bills by one if I link him and Howard (huh?)
Has your phone ever rang all day
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