Lyrics:
To cheddar, fetti
Provolone
Pepper jack
All the cheeses
From here
To overseas
The Last Time was the last time
A nigga tried to play me yah
The Last Time was
Got my opps nuts roasting on an open flame
Call me jack frost, snipping off your nose and face
When you cross the MM it's how your Christmas goes
alone
But by every WORD that proceeds from the mouth of GOD
It is written
You shall not tempt the LORD YOUR
GOD but obey HIM at all times
It is written
and bought a piece
It was a (nine)
Told myself nobody's ever takin' mine
I'll go blind if they ever cross the line
But I never wanted pressure from
blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain't
It’s amazing what happened that night long ago
The Angel announcing with a heavenly host
This babe in a manger wrapped in swaddling clothes
Was
The year's boutta change
Think of who done changed up the years
Sure we got gifts and the snow songs
But think of where matter done came from
It
sorrow, our loss?
A C#m A
And how could a child set us free
C#m E B7
In a field, in a manger, on a cross?
C#m G#m A
And still we go on, down through
your own and get out my business
Besides I'm too quick and pigeons oughta know
By the time you get the info, it was two years ago
Aside from
The numbness and the pause that I get from it
I can never fall asleep with all that venisive
So many troubles and so much pain, I can't deal with it
I keep
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
of her
But she never escaped from under the cloud cover
A woman reduced
She was eaten by a monster
And after all these years
The past, it still haunts her
by the fall down tree
A shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid
And I know they'll come lookin' for me, boys
I know they'll come lookin' for me
Got
the morning and plow
Well, the rampaging sons of the widow James
Jack the Cutter and the Pockmarked Kid
Had to stand naked at the bottom of the cross
And tell
pack a Llama
Separate the lions from llamas and alpacas
If I pow pow at ya ali bumaye
Zoom by clappin' ya
Wound guys, the room guys, Mumbai massacre
Standin' by your children when you haven't proven karma wrong
Black is doin' all of the above then goin' corner shop
Tryna help a lady cross the road
know
Not to cross me
I won't let it go
Set me free
Aya, Aya
Yoo, Yoo
Oou
Everybody screamin they the best rapper alive but how they goin explain it when
Well I come in on a night train
With an arm full of box cars
On the wings of a magpie
Cross a hooligan night
And I busted up a chifforobe
Way out by
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by
born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
the people hold the party key
We'll see the country of love and liberty
From the riviera to Normandie
Marseille, Lyon, Toulouse, we'll catch a movie in Nice
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