Lyrics:
change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
purple hay
Remove the wood from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war,
(originally by The Cranberries)
Oh, my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way
And oh, my dreams
It's never quite as it seems
Never quite
like my boy Saint Nick
Cranberry mix with the great goo spiff
Put it in the air, nigga light that shit
Baby girl bring a few friends back
You fuckin with
Different color hippie clothes
Gucci by the catalog want I'mma grab it off
Even let my bitch stunt gucci hat sandles on
Even got the bag for that
Switch
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
cranberry, matter fact take that shit straight
'Cause I need niggaz to feel me on this
Ya know what I mean?
Listen, listen, I don't think you understand what
sayin
Get some Courvoisier and all that, some cranberry
Matter fact take that shit straight cause I need niggaz to feel me on this
Ya know what I mean?
Hey what is up guys, it's your boy Johny here, and welcome to
My new album, Positive Optimus
So, it is currently 11:53 PM right now, December 31st,
have
Therefore, I sound nothing like you
I get listens by doing just what I do
I feel entitled to go and get the title
I fuck with streams and yeah, I
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
some kind of sense.
I been wit this Gin an Juice,
Cranberry an Vodka,
I juss came back from my pillow case slobbin' out Binaca,
I been tucked
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
around the clock
By myself when I go clock
Roosters, chickens, geeses, hawks
On the block goin block for block
I used to be the smallest of
Ballers but
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
'Arryis..'Arry 'Arrisssizzzz and Paul
Duh..Duh..Duh..Di'Anno. Chart position 18 it got to, that was released on 26th of April 1982. And it was off
of the album
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
be a shame."
"Whatcha gonna do tomorrow, Joe?
Whatcha gonna do on Christmas, got any plans?"
"Nothin' much."
"Why don't you come by the house
still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
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