Lyrics:
Ah, the birds are chirping
The sky is blue
The sun is beaming on your face
You're 32 and just retired to Puerto Rico with more Bitcoin than God
3 ho's for the holidays
3 ho's for the holidays
This is the season for you
All I want for Christmas is my baby
Boss lady, that's by tay tay
We
they don't need
Now let the hunt proceed
This is your son joe fucker
Pen gone bleed
Let the back row be
Let the front row fit the profile
Fit to be beat
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
on them thangs like 40
Stay fuckin with a bitches brain
(40)
Can`t be affected by the great depression
This country is in a recession, I reckon
So let
for your bitch
Nice to meet you, I'm Joe
Tro, that's the name that I go
By
I'm lookin fresh, yeah I'm so
Fly
Have to look fresh when I'm
5'5"
5'6"
I've never met but have known so well
From one Frank to another
Thank you for your dream
Your dream is now my own
And thank you Ludwig Van
For
because you're trippin
You better dry your cranium off, cause your brain is slippin
You beatin me is somethin that I doubt
The only way you could bake kane
dukes, because you're trippin'
You better dry your cranium off, cause your brain is slippin'
You beatin' me is somethin' that I doubt
The only way you
Underground hip-hop rap sound is what I put in focus
My crew, we swarm like killer bees and locusts
Take a inhale of this medicinal, regression marijuana
on the sideline, just watchin' the dave and busters
But when you think of Joe this is unrefutable (Not a word, he means irrefutable)
The paint is fucked up, but
hesitate
This season's sickening, they a season late
This shit is petty, why did I partake
Born to be boujee, and that's just fate
Not saying you down, but I
shit nigga
No gifts under the christmas tree
All i got is lights all i dont even have a tree
Fuck a santa claus i dont have a chimney
With all of this
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
know-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh
'Cause the free wind is blowing through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air,
of murder, the odor
Leakin' out of your body, temperature is gettin' colder
But you sweatin' and dizzy like a person who ain't sober
Realizin' your life is
a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
[Joe Budden]
[starts off screwed] I live my life like a hood bopper
touched by evil, all
wind is blowin' through
Your hair
And the days surround your daylight
There
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air
Wishin' on a falling
My nigga this a Glock season, Glock season
Glock season he look evil he not demon
Glock season fuck you he not demon
Drop hard not easy easy
Baow
meticulously
Lay down all your pieces I will pick em up
Don't be
Nervous about the future or past
Just be
Here with me in this moment and imagine
Nobody else is
deal wit di case, yeah
Follow the pace, follow the pace
Follow the pace, alright, follow the pace
Just let your mind be free and maybe you can
The sun never came up today
This is my price to pay
I feel the rain fall down on my face
But none of my sins can be washed away
Full of regret
All
the ball
Cuz I'm never catchin a break
Never going to a halt
Cuz I'm never stoppin my pace
Better save your game
Corruptin this current state
I don't want
doubtful of your knowledge except of those geeks out reppin' that name
Hi, allow ol' me to teach you the ropes, kids, my name is Chase
Uh, yeah, yeah, "This
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