Lyrics:
and more as time goes by
Those treasured gifts from other years
Are tarnished, lost or stained with tears
So Santa would you bring a new supply
I'll be
comes)
No matter what comes my way
It's all good, I've got my way
(You can't steal my praise devil)
No matter what people say
I've gotta praise
Ah, You know
It's in the air
I love this time of year
hahaha
But you know what it's not just about one day
Its about everyday all day everyday
Yeah
every home
Lead a blue screen, bruised dream canopy
Victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team
Ooh, I love all advertisements
Though
them by the cases
Cause once I cop 'em gut 'em and switch the laces
They all purpose ya heard me kinda like my daytons
give me two pairs
(Cause) I need
you again
I'll find you again, love, I'll find you again
You know your mama from out the Nine
You what I'm sayin?
My grandma from out the Nine
'bout
So I'm all in your face tryna' learn now
Cause I'd love to have a part in how it turns out
But I can't see space with it blurred out
By the clouds,
(Who's got the love, who's got the love, who's got the love)
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on all of you
rhymes
Cop kind
Stop time
By verse two I wasn't even on the map
'Til all that jazz let all the cats see where I was at
They downloaded all my raps, saw
your love's too good to be true
My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere
Baby, 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air 'cause you're my
You can
Everybody's for self now, nobody helps out
Intimidated by what I might accomplish, they jel' now
They keep their connect to theyself, or they might tell me
everything was gonna be aight
And she was right and that's one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
Word
ain't even know
Knock on the door, woah woah woah
Let's start a riot now get on the floor
It's a riot all this love gotta go
Off-White tee drip too cold
things present themselves
Stop chasing all the things that go and leave you out
Like know your prestige, play that role with some ease
Pick off these
Smoker section only all we smoke is loud
Don't pass them to nobody woods we face them now
Send That bitch around Mary burn her down
Don't smoke it by
sittin' in my truck, snakin' the club out
Kill this sip then go wild the fuck out
Up in the club with my hands in the air
There's so much coochie in
to take a leaf out the screensaver book
Hot air
Hot air
If all photos were as you wanted them to be
There would be page three as far as the eye
call me Richard
That's my motives, jumpin' out the Rovers
All white, like I was right up in the Dakotas
Or Minnesota, did I mention soda?
When it's
gone by the start of damn year 2
What a man to do?
When he lack knowledge
Taking out loans just to keep his car polished
Late payments got that boy
My love is a fever
My love is a fable
My love is jazz licks
Improvised by toddlers
Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme
And firelight
My love is
Surrounded by these people that I do not care about
Exchange our pleasantries, I watch your spittle spraying out
I always drop my smile the moment
The whole hood lit up, now everybody get up
Hands in the air
This ain't a motherfucking stickup
Raw like Kibbeh Nayeh, Lex
Gibby Stites and I
All of the love
that bird, they say, "We know you a gang member"
She straight up out the 'jects, yeah, put her in a foreign
Supply all the ammo to 1600 army
I
supply the drugs
I don't do this for the money
I do this shit for the love
For the love of my daughter
The love of my momma
The love of my life, drugs
Was
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