Lyrics:
Home on Christmas Day
(Verse 1)
With mud on my boots and rum on my mind
I’m went for a round, leave my worries behind
An honest man’s drink for
DMC, we have a mid-thirties male found down, unresponsive
Possible overdose, substance unknown
Pulse is 60 and thready, respiration's eight
He's
It is said a righteous man falls seven times but rises eight
Born in the belly of the beast
Children of the East seeking some inner peace
So much
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
seventy ponies,
three thousand sets of drums,
seven thousand comic books,
and a do-it-yourself gui-tar course,
complete with a eight-by-ten COLOR pho-toe
You're better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas,
Because I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment
The president of chicken head conventions
in line
Remember front row at that show?
Camped out all night (got so high, Sweet Child O' Mine)
Those days come back in the dead of night
Those
Christmas bae
So cold you like ice
Lemme do a figure eight
Go ahead roll the dice
Then pay me my rebate
Take this shit penthouse high
I'm thinking about
an eight
Then pop an eight, tray tray
Then I fill a Backwood, the cookies it came from the Bay
Bitch, I came from the trap
Take her phone, she wanna snap
I
rao watch what you mu’fuckers say
(shhh) call up the lean, pour an eight
Then pop an eight, tray tray
Then I fill a Backwood
The cookies it came from
I'm the one they call up when they need a bucket
Smokin' rapper weed, the nugs was hella fat, I couldn't tuck it
They know me, I'm a child of destiny
Beloved, how will these days pass without You?...3
How can the child remain in the town that was abandoned by their parents, O my Beloved, how will these
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
It was the night before Christmas
When all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stocking was hung by the chimney
were child I told you child
I'm in this town and I'm a wild child
I'mma ride child
Throw you 1600 rhymes child
It's not a mystery, it's just my destiny
a shot of what you got and Pour your problems down the Drain
While miracles that do remain, My legacy will entertain
No destiny as a child, but
I guarantee
free resource we shouldn’t throw
So you decide either end up in jail
Facing steel bars in 6 by 8 cell
Or holding your future in strong hands
Connected
prostitute who said that life ain't cute
Child born with a destiny only God can dispute
Players giggle and laugh, flashing gats and cash
My dogs don't care
try to deceive
And on this Christmas night
Better by candle light
To trust like a young child believes
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah, ujah,
starving, we weren't hungry
A game to give us joy
So tempting as a boy
See them mango tree
Lit up like Christmas tree
Yellow, red, and green
Me a sweet mango
Long time ago in Bethlehem
So the Holy Bible said
Mary's boy child, Jesus Christ
Was born on Christmas Day
Hark, now hear the angels sing
A king was
birthday"
"That's great," said Steve, "someone else will know the joy
Of a birthday near Christmas and getting screwed out of toys
By having two days
need to feel something
Coz bad days will pass you by
To shake this numb feeling
Don't quit on me I need you here
But I'm losing today
Stay strong hold
Lovin' white dudes who call me white and then try to hate
When I wasn't white enough to use your pool when I was 8
Stone Mountain you raised me well
I'm
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