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shout
No more fight
Family life

Tomorrow will be Christmas
We'll be singing old songs
And light up the tree
God and all the mercy
And say all your

u-Wise
They recognize I'm a pops now with a gorgeous wife
I know my son is gon' shine, I bet that on my daughter's life
I bought cars from songs I wrote

a double murder
What this song did for you doesn't change an iota
One man per crucifix
Form a line, your turn is coming, just give it time

We don't

Sings that song like it's the Pledge of Allegiance
Windows down on Christmas eve
Kissed his head, flew off like a sparrow
She drove off in that

moon 

On the A.M. radio, they're playing Christmas songs
So horrendously off key, you loudly sing along 
(Sing along everybody)
Cider simmers

Puppet

Jake Miller

Us Against Them

2013

supposed to say?
Hey baby, how you doin'? I missed you home
By the way I'm bout to leave, ah good
I'm going on a fall tour
But I'll be back before you

Grind

50/50 Twin

Grown Man Style

2004

writing this song on my spot
Three jump-out boys jumped out, and told my boys don't try
Thought I was a school boy, cause I had my folder
I'm always calm,

For the Present

Venerea

Losing Weight Gaining Ground

By light of wine I am writing this letter just to let you know
I've finally completed the circle pissed out you name in the snow
I've put all you

Oi, oi, oi hey baby
Why don't you bend over and let me
Stick a Christmas tree up your arse
And let me call you angel
Dashing through the snow
In

Plug my phone in to play a folk song 
It seems we came to look for the American dream without realising 

It’s almost Christmas in Philly
They really go

Sitting at my mom's dreaming
About paychecks with loot
My ex-girl's boobs
And how to smoke legal like Snoop… (oops)
I'm interrupted by the door knock

white tee
Got trees from Mike V that be unsightly
Sometimes life's a drag
Sometimes it's a bong rip
I'ma live now put my money where my songs is
I'm still

cannot fuck with me
Every time I sent a blitz, light shit up, no Christmas tree
All blue like Crippin' tree
Yeah, yeah, I like them hot
You'd think

the second coming
I apologize for the destruct and decay
That was brought upon by my Liberace key play
Twist metaphors to avoid sounding cliche
Nancy Reagan