Lyrics:
and pawing
Of each little hoof
As I drew in my head
And was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas
Came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur
From his
of each little hoof
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur, from his head
Nothing, nothing (oh woah)
My nigga ain't taking no talk he ain't going for nothin (ain't going for nothin)
He live by the code he ain't going for
Ands I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
And his
I'm stumbling around
Hard to make a sound
Nothing coming out my mouth
But I feel like something needs to come out
I feel amazing
Heart is racing
When
Keep me going till I finish school
Write my feelings down
Put them in a whole album
An amalgam
Of issues
Most of them tied to no home I'm issued
Hi
parsek
ctom by atom
From everywhere
The crawling chaos
It crawls from nowhere
From which the creator can sculp nothing
The sun
Melts with a moan
Planets
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes
musicians and poets in the world, many of them Older knew, his name on album sleaves of some of the greatest music. They talked about Socrates Theory
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes
It must be St. Nick!
More rapid than eagles
His courses they came,
As he whistled and shouted
And called them by name:
"Now Dasher,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes
furs
From his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished
With ashes and soot
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back
And he looked like
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes
on him
He heard his homie got signed by a legend
This the same nigga he could call, leave his mama the message
That's the same homie you got jumped,
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
as a body count?
You don't bang heavy metal
Last time you seen a Body Count on your hands
Was when Ice T put his first album out
You ain't a gangster you're
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes
I learned guitar, I's taught by Robert Zimmerman
I told him I liked his accent and he said “what is it but plain cmerican?”
I got a car, bought it
to invent
They also have internal lives
Infernal lives like a field of blackbirds fur and fangs
Pull our pleasure from a spoon
There's no following!
Ecstasy
Writing as the room is spinning
Ecstasy
Psychedelic sensations
Oh baby
We gonna make it in the industry
You're what I need to keep me on my
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes
They only cost a little and these LPs
Are all the ones I needed from the sixties
With all the psychedelic art on
All the great sleeves
Much cooler
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