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And maybe by then I could finally speak out loud
Try to figure this out
Hop in your car don't even check the gas
Already know you're gonna drive too fast
Cuz

Christmas in Bulimia 
Christmas in Leukemia
Tiz Christmas, tiz Christmas, tiz Christmas Christmas again

I hear that old Saint Nick is queere and holds

as soldier
Don’t act like I ain't told ya
See I ain't gonna hold ya
The ones I left behind were moving slower
We only getting older
But not too old for a O.G.

Frozen in place, thoughts lay the line
Lost what I had, got stuck in time
Can I repeat a greater past
My latest love gone by too fast
My choice was

hole
Knowing that I ain't ah hoe
Pull the hammer back aim for
Dome crush ya cantaloupe
Kill em by my weaponry
Mane I got no preferences
Nothing but some

ride it was us versus them and
She'd stay by my side
Man, I don't really know what else though
Prolly a couple things I'll forget
Few holes in

a destroyed country, a couple secretly married, feet smelling like shit, a town full blown away by the rain, the latest personal computer, an old picture found

division
That brainwashing all the children
This that old school
Pull up in your neighborhood
Pot holes
Snot nose
Skip school
Arrive home
Yahoo!
Snack packs

bold
Tryna stack this bread before I get too old
Lookin at my future in my mind through a peephole

don't want to be complacent
Am I capable of being compared to a form of greatness
A gaping hole in my soul was searching for a certain placement
And I

Christmas in Bolivia
Christmas in bulimia 
Christmas in leukemia
Tiz Christmas, tiz Christmas, tiz Christmas again

I hear that old Saint Nick is queere

Big baby in a building
Like I'm building
Body pressing
Beat jumping
Mic wrecking
Get sent to heaven
Sent by the villain
Super powers
Call me eleven

destruction, bitch I press the red hole button
Plunging further in the gutter water
Know inside that I will burn forever
Growing old, just growing cold
These

of our home
I can no longer call when the week is old as I reek alone, not a speech I own

Not an opinion to market, it means nothing I'm told
By

driven by the wishes of the weak and the poor
Inspiration from the dreams of those stuck on the floor
And cant get up, because their hearts are at war

Staring the fates
In the face
Unforgiven
Is it too late
To replace our old souls
This is the weight
Of the way that we're living
This is the only way

These young G's need apologies from the old heads in the hood
They never learned the game, all the rules misunderstood
Addicted to the shine,

Nervous
Alert to a serpent
Curve when emerging
A hermit
Discern
Ima burn all my burdens
Ash on a curb
Yuh
Too old for that shit
Focus
Been molding

yeah
No hole in my blood, you can tell by
my flesh yeah
Wearing Dior sneaks but I'm not running or jogging
Niggas on the gram, call the internet logging

reasons why i shouldnt leave them
The bandage they faked was believed
I ain't even know i was bleeding
By the time i realized it was way too late
The wounds

Separate your feelings from the truth
I can't get too close to you
Just pretend that I'm a ghost
And I promise, I'll be good to you
Here in

Yeah

I laid up too many nights in a row
Thinking 'bout how they played me like Lancelot
Stone for a pillow and the bottom of a hole
On the way

call me fafsa
I can't give out a loan
Too busy to talk on the phone
I'm achieving my goals
I ain't tryna have no regrets when I'm old
I did it my way I'm

glare
As you grow
A little old
The best years of your life pass by
Slowly edging closer to the day you die
Life's too short to lay afloat
Yet nowhere else