Lyrics:
Christmas Smile
Written by Mike Peacock
© 2017
Verse 1
Festive lights hung on the tree
Pine scent in the air
Slammed door with forgotten key
Tears
they die by the morning, so who is the winner
Not the roses, not the buyers, not the sellers, maybe winter
'Cause winters coming, soon after summer
Bots and bolts, stalls and schools, box and tape
Boxes become coffins cause you see some sort of mistake
Underbaked molten metal, folding people
Genres keep us in our boxes
Keep us from our commas
Keep us niggas hopeless
Keep us from our options
Let a nigga springboard, let a god's wings
A million things to do
Clouding up my view
Boxes all around the floor
A maze to wander through
I wanted to fly
Out from all I had
I wanted to
But
Dear Daniel,
I am writing to inform you of my interest in the role of R007356 Validation Chemist
I tick all the boxes, I've got a relevant degree
Soaking boxes left under stairs
In them you and me
Doomed to life amongst the rats
Cold and alone with many millions by our side
Singing funeral
Cantilever bridges
Grey and duck egg blue
Span the filthy river
Drains are gushing to
Electric boxes buzzing
Generators roar
Drainpipes
Niggas talkin' shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin' this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, 'cause
[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere
I’m still wit the same niggas that I grew up on this block with
Older brothers had the swisher sweets by the boxes
We was taught to get it out
Boxes on the floor yeah we start anew
Pictures on the wall dreams coming true
Every little room tells a story
We're just two hearts basking in glory
your hand
You're ready for the world - No, not the band...But a fine selection in video land
Don't be too confused by the little reviews
On the back
missed
Cos you ain't been here all that long
And I gotta make sure that he knows
There's a third stocking hanging up by the fire
Where only two used to go
I checked in with my x-wing
I flew it in from Tattoine
I'm trying to get to Dagobah
But I just let the day go by
I don't really do much
I just sit
This tales about a Texas boy
Down by the Rio Grande
Who'd never seen a Christmas white with snow
His mother she would smother him
With gifts
they put me in some boxes that say
That I never was, it's the false prophet that never came
And will they think that everything that I written has all
than this, whoopin' niggaz down like Jack Nich
When I backflip my tactic graphics
Ooh! Redman jams it in
Due to difficulties I won't be done by ten
boxes, you can be anything
And everything that you've ever wanted to be
All at the same time, everything that
Contradicts itself, can co-exist in
No one comes before family said
The same blood (Scattered under the light)
Left me
Trapped by the sirens
Sunrise
Marched onto decks... the new 9 to 5
the fish into cold boxes
Tractor trailers, old drug dealers
Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings
One rogue came in to box my appearance
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
of a math professor
Even when the last tree falls, there will be fire
Even when the last bird is gone, Wooden boxes
Lovingly made by hand, filled up with
There's a fire looming toward us but we gotta move some boxes
Me and my business partner hired by a Misses Dotson
Finished the first room
When they put me in some boxes that say
That I never was, it's the false prophet that never came
And will they think that everything that I written has
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