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tomb that He left for people to witness
And see, man I wish I woulda seen that
I guess it's my turn now
Um, haha, uh
I thank God for all of you foreal

just keep it 300 with no answers I hope we get a cure by Christmas I got it on my wish list I burned my fingers on last roach I ain't have no time I felt

it's fine by me
Don't trip now, i know it's hard to see
What's meant to be is meant to be
You see a shooting star and you wish for me
So desperately, I

and the drums
I won't have Grandchildren by my side
In the end

I'm glad I got to say goodbye
He took a photograph in memory
But not forgotten
It was our final

the one that I fall too 
How I met Rod Wave the same  week that I lost you 
I wish you could tell me te amo negrito 
And I could sit by you fill you up with

Yeah yeah 
Yeah yeah 
Double-0, look

Feeling like the grinch stole Christmas 
Girl I had your life on my wish list
You took mine and threw it with

me 
Couldn’t even do that hypothetically, I tell them n*****  
Rickey you gone, n***** swear they head of me   
Head for me? Bone, baritone where yo

me 
Couldn’t even do that hypothetically, I tell them n*****  
Rickey you gone, n***** swear they head of me   
Head for me? Bone, baritone where yo

fuck up your posture
Also got bullets let's add a lot of choppers
With a pretty bitch with fat ass and some knockers
Want I want for christmas is some

Listen, out of all the shit that you're doing to me. You think it's right of how many times I have to cry at night because I want you by my side,

[Verse]
Today's a special day for song
It may be hard to sing along
No off-key tune to make you groan
Your day is on a better tone

[Pre-chorus]

doin' this shit for the bros though
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah
I just been movin' this shit by the solo
I just been smokin' this pack to the dome hoe
I want

the mile
And I'm from Highland Park you can tell by my style
From Joy Road out to Harper city holdin' me down
Met this girl outta town
And she wanna get down

Pissed

Saweetie

Pissed

blowing 'em kisses
I go by in the Benzy and I be throwing up digits
I work hard for my riches, how dare you say I didn't
I said that I be winning
Oh,

know you've been on the grind, I know you haven't had time
You're down in Houston, I've still been in Lubbock
You keep making music and I always love

syndrome, fuckin' I'm a god, many a depression, these things I want

Got out the maze by blood and I haunt your business, Merry Christmas, it's a wish list

Christmas 
The only thing was the fam on my wish list

Give me a reason to keep going on
When everybody telling me i need to finish strong
But how can i keep

a puzzle and you always had the missing piece
1939 had one hell of a history
Never could forget about all the things you did for me
Always made sure presents

And wait for you to come in with the rain
I’m getting crazier
I’m haunted by the last kiss
Before we said goodbye
I remember it all too well
The love you

a doctor. 

Most slept on in Houston man dont get me started, 

You ain't gonna make it, 

They ain't gonna take it, 

I ain't ever breaking when I know that

something different
My wish list is long but I'll be damned don't if I don't get it
What you here for if you can't help me live it
I'm livid at all

him
For his tragic demise 
Despite his wicked deeds 
It seems he had a tender side 
They say that when he died
He had a child’s mind 
And I wouldn’t

and junkies nails on terror
Like clowns in Derry, I'm down for whatever
So are 10 guys stare into my eyes
Stare into my deadlights and be
Swarmed by dead flies

last ever seen her
But time's get hard, yeah I feel you
Some days, I just wanna shoot with my Nina
Some days, I just wish I could feel you
If I pulled