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Pre-Chorus
True love that he thinks of
So next Christmas I'm not all alone, boy

Chorus
Santa, tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again

tum tum 
Until those things in the back of the trunk go 
Thump thump 
It's murky at the bottom wish you had a sump pump 
Girls, shake ya rump, cuz all I

to the other one (Bye)
In that beamer thang
Lookin' for some double cups (Vroom, vroom)
You ain't in it, man
Done all you could've done for us (Uh, uh)
She want

revolving door
You get much more than you bargained for
See reflections of infections from wall-to-wall
There's enough love here to be had by all

So many

through lows but it was close yeh I won't lie
Put my energy in something else and maybe I'll get by
I done envy wrong, no I done envied the wrong guy
Maybe

old
'Cause what is known by days to come, is known by God and not by some
Who fake their hope in man

'Cause once I bowed and begged my breath for he

back my blade
Bare smoke if I press this burner
I advise you dont take this further
Might hold a L like a bludclarte learner
Get fried with a chip no

All lies down there swampy
Get used to it, I'll see you soon
And have a punky day

Yeah the hell, let's give a story
Tales of brighter lust
Just by

(Th tol j tuijp
C tol)

What do I feel
Now that I know you will leave me this way
What have I done to you, it may seem strange
Lovers can make it up

by side, we have pride
And we won’t let them break it

You’re in, you’re out, you shout about
You think that you’re on your own
You scout, cop out, you

Broken hearts starting to heal again
Eyes closed life replaying
You're waking up wondering
Was I ever really over him
Swiping left and looking 'round

and the thorn
The sharp point and the leaf
The long place between you and me

You stood at the window
In the middle of night
I saw your silhouette
Black shape cut

hunnid on the Cris
Diamond bezels on the crown how am I look with it
We so mob so mob
Like osarks
You so soft
We go hard
Y'all slow start
How am I looking

Just Right

The Groovenics

Groovenics

2001

want to come right and you want it 
If I start to concentrate
I can accumulate
Forces shielded off by hate 
I will create then duplicate
Now that

Gibeau in post-war France!

A hooker with a heart of black charcoal
I write poems to burn by firelight
Drink champagne and guzzle gin
Good girls call

The Tale of Mr. Morton

Skee-Lo

Schoolhouse Rock! Rocks

Mister Morton walked down the street
Mister Morton walked
Mister Morton talked to his cat
Mister Morton talked
(Hello, cat, you look good)
Mister

everybody bust like a cypher
If you hit then you best strap up
Last I heard that bitch clapped up
She done poisoned more people than Rick Snyder
For real
She

in the porche drift quick no stalling split it with the clique the drip don't quit I spit on haters suck a tip
You fucken bitch
Eat a clip the 40

bars, it's defecation
And the other half, animation
I stand tall in any situation

Stack the money, call it preservation
Keep it real, you a imitation

Party favors in my bag you might think I'm the dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, dope boy
Hippie flip in the pool now I'm floatin' with the astroids,

to get the mood right
Got a some more people pulling up by five
I don't mind cause tonight feels like another life
Can't tell me when I'm done yeah
Let's

won't write history. This tale will pass me by.
Can't stay, can't save, can't wake, I can't.
Go, I want to be everyone. Just anyone, everyone, anyone. Go,

should I feel tired without you here
so near
should I stand tall for all the days and years?
I could work out something for me
but it's bigger then

still got hoed
Walkin' around, with that steel, I can't go
Talking bout racks, what's the deal, what you know
All my brothers, trained to kill, they gone