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Merry Christmas, motherfucker, five weeks off from bitch kids
It's

Broken promises hurt and
There's always something else I'm working on
But now you're gone, and I'm without a vowel
Or noun, no song could resound,

boogie I think I am drowning (Drown)
I hit it once to my song now I got that girl saying she loving my sound and (Oohhh Woah)
I went to the top all by

music people really love to style
Man I could drop a song a week for 3 years straight I'll last a while
The hardest in the game nobody working like

laziness has no relation
Everything's connected in this astral ocean, no one's racing
No one's winning, no one is playing God by its definition
Manipulation

I've been hopping over obstacles and jumping loops
Time and time again time to rhyme again fed up with this trying shit
More intrigued by dying shit

by being me
Dominant species let me feed on these weaklings that inbreed
I'm sorry but it's new lead

You can't fake dope we wholesome
Provoke some

I really don't give a shit

Somewhere overseas, thick bitch and a white thong
Man shout it bad like the Mike song
That lil' sex drive, she can go all

Yeah, Yeah
Kxdzaii pon dis yeah yeah
Badman, write a song for a bad gyal
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
My Melanie, yeah
(C-City, Yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Melanie,

they want a different family
She done ran out of all her scripts I need a different granny
I can tell you never seen no dough just by the way you flexin'

were never afraid
But guess what? You got me sued by Tom Waits
That song had me hemmed up huge
I'll be sending him checks 'til I'm dead like you
Look, I

raps
Performed by wack rap benefactors
On the 5th day of Christmas everybody witness
The wackness of rappers that stab others in
The sixes, snack candy

been goin through some issues
Back to the basics
Timbs' loosely laced In
On my '98 shit, do it just like Jay did from Brooklyn
Live from the 7-1-8

It feels just like Christmas
Are we popping? I guess that we are
Hit 100 but that doesn't mean I'm a star
Keep 100 percent
I'm not g'on lie
Doing what

You'll only find out who beside when you sitting by yourself
If you don't feed yo family they'll starve
That's life
Getting shot for faking in songs like

I’m trying to say I’m sorry
So Where should I begin?
Do I start by listing all my sins
Should I go alphabetically or maybe chronologically
Cause I

So, I know the holidays is coming up and uh, I ain't get you a gift but, I had wrote you
like, a little song, it go like this
It's a snow day, but

a saint 
And that's facts, wonder where I'm at 
Sitting in the studio, tryna get the plaques
By showing how I feel, and writing down lyrics 
Although I'm in

would invite me over to her dad's
We would spend all day singing songs by our favorite bands
She's definitely one of the best friends I've ever had
When

on Christmas
Told management I am not no nigga no label can sign for 6 figures
Like divine intervention I’ma use my mind and intention
Can goto hell and probably

Whatever the fuck is better
Maybe I can write a song,
Send it to you as a letter
Maybe then you'd understand
Why I hate that Christmas sweater

Deep down I

Frontman In Heaven

Okkervil River

Away

2016

seems to me everything fine fell away
I've seen the forests burn and learned you have to arm yourself
It's gonna be a funky fresh Christmas and I dont

Lyrical content
It’s nonsense
Im god sent
Same day delivery
Is all you get from me
Unmixed singles
Underneath the Christmas tree
(Santa?)
So I 
Made

yes these bullets can rip through weave
I pray santy buss me with 2 44s like Christmas Eve

Shawty wan face me and her best mates got back
Know what