Lyrics:
and I don't want a lot
I just want it how it should be
I want you alive
I want you inside
my memories that live on the outside
these holiday's twists
on the taste
I'm trying to get silver but my shit sound gold (Sound gold)
How may tales have you told
I'm praying that I never fold
When It's showtime
They
the little things
That make memories that you can't replace
It's the little things
Like a pile of cookies up on that plate
It's the little things
Like stopping
bright
Like how my smile will be tonight
When you walk through that door
'Cause I don't care about the gifts
I won't make a Christmas list
When all I want
Claiming you're a killer when
You a Christian cause it makes
You sound like an idiot
You need to tell these people
Who you really is that Philly kid
Who got
growth, then they finna hate, J!
Verse 2
GANG! GANG!
That's the battle cry.
If hip hop is a war
I’ll be the last to die.
You need to work on your
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My
It's another holiday
I ain't taking none off
I been working by the bay
Never took a day off
Now she asking where I stay
Can't wait till we getting
spell make me feel this way
Maybe hearts grow extra love on the holiday
Maybe something in the snow, maybe it's the cold
Got me feeling you the one I
soon agree
That I've got no flaws 'cause I'm down by law when it comes to rockin' viciously, you see
'Cause when I was a little baby boy, my mama gave
I wanna wake up every mornin', feelin' better
'Cause I know you're sleeping by my side
And every moment we're together
I remember just to keep it
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
T.W.D.Y. - Player's Holiday
F/ Mac Mall & Too Short
[Too $hort]
What?
You say what?
The president did what?
Ah man, that's hey, that's all good baby
respond
And my radio's loud like a fire alarm
The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
Def sounds in my ride, yes
radio's loud like a fire alarm
The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back
You
everywhere, though it's hard to get there.
3 Days to a holiday and those sunny skies of blue.
By the time that it leaves our shed,
our bus will be bright
but I'm doing me
And my make can't be modeled by no one my G
I attract commas the mantra
Fell off from drama
More time for the family tree
The money
I wish that there was snow on the ground
And I could warm up by a fire place
Cause when I look outside my window
I don't see reindeer in the sky
But
down that river of sound-waves yeah
Take a reggae holiday
And step out of reality
Drift off some place far and stay a while
Let the music take you all
time
Hear the sounds of joyful and laughter
Chilly evenings cozy mornings after
Throw another log onto the fire
Cause it's the holiday time
Once again
got me
I got you
Gonna be together cause
We gonna make do
No matter what I’m doing
I’m doing it for you
And any holiday
I’m running to you
Trust me
I
sour bet she liking on the taste
I'm trying to get silver but my shit sound gold
How may tales have you told
I'm praying that I never fold
When It's
gonna waste no time
I'm gonna make 'em all mine on a harem holiday
If Romeo had a harem holiday
You can bet that Juliet would have never been his girl
today
Thou we die here, under two lovers
Know they're different fox, more different fox
Let's get that sound together
Time to back up fast
I
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