Lyrics:
ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By
by,
Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you don't know 'bout
Every time you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't even
are still emergin
I'm right by the skyline
Lookin' over the skyline
Old places and times that you weren't there
Ohh why ohh why ohh why
I'm right by
crazy, yeah
Ayy, No Hook, yeah
Try to like
Try to like just let the beat ride out, 'bout right here
Let the beat ride out, right there
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
A holiday, a holiday, you know the first one of the year
Judge Arlen's wife, she went to the church, the Gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it
the bridge, I hope by Christmas time I float
Didn't wanna spend this holiday alone
It was nice to carve initials in the snow, while the sun set on the road
My hearts really young
I been loving for long and you know
Maybe first or a second time
Loves gonna come
So fix a time and place
Let me know your way
said
Let's get the boredom off your head
Cross their head if they say there ain't no meth, coke and weed or alcohol
I don't care. I need them. I see
or dread
He was something else entirely
Instead he was like holiday
But soon enough he felt ready for home
Longed for cool grey Northern rain
And my sunny
nineteen-thirty.
Had a neon sign, said "Squealer Feeds"
And the bus came through when they felt the need
And they stopped at a place there in town called The Old
to leave
It’s Christmas time on Main Street
There’s no place I’d rather be
It’s like living in a music box
So please come home with me
You’ll see Santa
to my place
(No, I know-)
You been sitting in here
You been sitting in here for quite a long time
(Yeah, I'm slightly bored, I hate being bored)
See,
to my place
(No, I know-)
You been sitting in here
You been sitting in here for quite a long time
(Yeah, I'm slightly bored, I hate being bored)
See,
to act like it don't bother me
But inside I feel like I'm already bleeding
Cold heart on a holiday
I feel like there's messages I'm not receiving
Found
verse
Converse with the worst til one
Of our gun burst callin Archurelli
Tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No
Theres a guy that eats radioactive waste for fun
It doesn't cause cancer
And it doesn't kill anyone
Like HIV if you're an American
If you're an African
the children carol?
Singing songs of joy, but not for me
Pierce through my heart like an arrow
Holiday pictures of you and me
Come trim the tree (oh, ohhh)
We
walking through the twilight zone
Don't click them heals there ain't no way home
I feel like a teen again don't at me
How y'all face facts and stay bumping
This is the swingin-est place
In New York City
(Chorus line) NO SHIT!
How true it is
Me and my girlfriend, we come here
Every night looking for that
but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over
Nobody in the place but me and her
Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me
don't do it much 'cos I'm shy"
I said "Eee by heck, does the keeper know that you can talk?"
He said "Nay and theres one thing for sure
he's not going
a sailor who had just returned home
There are too many things to do
It's hard to find time for myself
I'd like to finish everything planned
In holiday all
there stopped to think
What our lives might be like today
If Karl Marx was as good a salesman
As Walt Disney
The bacon brought
You home to cook
a shadow out there
They've got the places they can go
They've got the people who stare
They've got to walk in their shoes
They've got to see what they see
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