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Lowly souls hitching rides
This shit real and this shit live
Hanging on like Christmas lights
How’s this for a carol, Carol
Donkey Kong’s getting barrels

cousins
We would always
Every Christmas, every Thanksgiving, bruh it's on site
Bring out the 3DS
That's light work
Uh
Am I a PSP, it's type troubling that

you
There's a Christmas party
ct the home of Farmer Gray
It'll be the perfect ending
Of a perfect day
We'll be singing the songs
We love to sing
Without

Marv he's gon paint yo block messily
It was a gruesome scene
It's a cold world I'll snatch it if you don't use your heat
I can tell who's broke by how

Dear Santa, baby
Should've asked you earlier
But maybe
You can find the answer
Know it's hasty
Trade in all I'm getting if you save me
Baby
And I

walked by
Crayon colors melting
In those blue and mustard eyes

Frank and Dot Posluszny
At the end of Parker Lane
A hatchback near the boxwood hedge

we was taking pictures it was 3 days before christmas day
We was in the whip & we was planning out our wedding day
I've been reminiscing bringing back

There’s a spaceship on the dresser
He opened it Christmas Eve
No love could ever measure
He wears it on the sleeve
Stars glowing on the ceiling

Never in a million lives did I deserve you
I hope you've been good, I haven't heard much about you
I'm glad that you let go when you did back then

and I ain't got no options
When shit heated like the sun, well there's a lot of capping
Just like Christmas, I be gifted cause I'm good at rapping
I don't

Billy's just a boy
And he loves rock and roll 
But he's always a jerk
And out of control

He wants a new guitar
But he's been a naughty boy
Then he

Prodigy
Yeah yeah
Ba jiwa ke bududu, ke a tseba hob'hloko
Lenna ke motho, used to be like you
Your level times 2
Then times that by 2
That makes me brand

over by the time I get home for Christmas
My opinion is pointless
They think I’m picking sides
Wish they could all just swallow their damn pride
Like

I've got one too many thoughts swimming around in my head
Got one too many excuses, people be seeing red
And I know that I've done wrong, I'm sorry

of you
I guess it's my fault too
For analyzing this shit
The christmas gift I never bought you
My body sleeping in shifts
All the trust killed, all

We be off the smoke
Too much smoke in the air I think I'ma choke
Love it when we on the couch
Yin and yang, we whole
I'ma keep you by my side
Fingers

that we're not alone
The truest love and single light
The Son of God on Christmas night

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
They all sing "praise the King"

and tank cheap gasoline
And that's how it goes

We raise our kids
In two different places
two different families
We raise our kids
with love

And in between

Meet, me, for real
Stuff, got, distilled
Spaced-out repetition program system
Programmed to think in a way that makes them
Love, through, the air

Aye
Nigga
Niggas know what we on
Aye

Had to do my jiggy move called the la-la
Yeah, I just fucked this nigga, bitch, is she a tata
LaTina, bitch, by

rolling for me
We probably puffing in some hard bajan that mix with creepy
And when the dominoes playing expect 6 love like you rebel
She's miserable
She

to leave a legacy
Like I'm the ghost of Christmas past
So Listen fore I make this bag
I'm working cause my name gon last
Engrave it in the paint outback

through the open sky,
That kindled such divine delight,
In those who watched their flocks by night

With them, I celebrate His birth–
Glory to God, in

Uh-huh, 250 b ave the PATH, Man, yeah we on it, uh-huh, L.P
Methods
Learn from the best
Get it off nun left
Smoke in the air you know the Rest
Ah