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Ginger is scattered
As a spice
Similar to ashes
Of passed life

Seemingly separate
Two that are different from one
But they could not be more related

the beef, I keep hella toothpicks 
They hit my phone, ask me "Whatchu doin?" 
I said "Goin stupid, straight acting ruthless" 
Bring the spice like a dash

scriptures of my life 
Comprise the lyrics now
We are not the same 
This night and day shit
You pumpkin spice latte mother fucker 
You be basic
I could trace

Owls
We rollin both up
G pens for grown ups
Edibles, concentrates 
Varying dojas 
First time was a blast
This time we gone blast off
This tree brings

a lot to me
My granny an her sisters they make the family tree so its only fam
When it come to me my momma raised g lil cousin big cousin 
Looking up

what a mongoose think
Fuck a price tag, I'm a car bomb in the Baghdad 
the same way I cop ice phones and spice Jags
Leave it alone, dusty road the lonely

me say)

We can hide under the shade tree
Can't find the birds without my bee
Just love it when you're here with me
You keep me from feelin' so blue

flow, I'm hoping it takes root
Like a tree on the globe, my branches extends forth
To the north and the south, in your hearts may praise sprout
Be it low

The merlot warm but the flow is cold
She know she gone have a blast
Second we get on the road
I’ve been try'na spice it up
Go some place we never go

at working wood
If you're thinking that I can't, boy I bet I Could
Hard headed, boy, I don't fall off the tree
But I'll disappear if I see it ain't for me
I

seeing Bandz
Do whatever you want whenever you can
Just know that it can't buy skill
Fuck autotune I stick to real
And I stick to my tree I dont pop pills

not enough to share
I'll pay the price for a bit of spice like a millionaire

But I never told not a single soul this chemical reaction
Won't ever seem

Christmas wasted
crawling on his knees
eating turkey that fell on the floor
and watering our Christmas tree

Chorus:
It's Christmas time and times are tough

but I'm no Trevor Ariza
We can have our fun but she looking for a Visa
Yeah yeah yeah
Hotter than a Diva
We can spice it up I'm talking posh or Paprika

Alright whoa yeah yeah 
Sugar and spice and all things nice 
I'm not the girl you'd better think twice
Shaking what my momma gave me
Breaking hearts

rock-steady & unstable like a nuclear blast
I'm of no caste, I'm too vast, G.S.V. class
Puff puff pass that jazz counterclockwise
The spice extends life 
That

through here sometimes
Taste more complicated than my cooking
I like spices I really can't grow here
The seed ain't half as potent as the big tree
Shadow

and white tree house
Dogged tongue over rung climbing mound
Drowned doused in dozy dose and then et out
Hot clap proud from the still without
Drink quiet

travel cross the seas babe just you and me
See sights, explore new spice, sex in places we never seen
Make love out in giza, fuckin into the astral plane

There's a lady by the water
There's a lady by the well
And a tree grows in the meadow
In the place her tears fell
But the lady was a dreamer
She

No more rotting pumpkin seeds 
No screams no haunted parks 
No more room for skeletons 
No candy blood or fog
Pumpkin spice has gone away 
Cold

And the way that I move is insightful in life
Cus the fruits of my labor and the spices is ripe
I'mma need to bring more
If I get hot mans egos boils over
If

fun
From this mama
Mamba mobbing mopping molly dropping dolly flopping moonwalking math wiz
Cocky calculating pricy prices like the spices fight sprite

I Wish You Love This Christmas 

I wish for you a heart full of silverbells
A tree so bright with lights of every color in the world 
For you I wish