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you can stay chill now that's boss talk
Huh I'ma fucking Don I'm the goat you can tell by the hat bm and the coat mh
You thought I was selling pussy

of Christmas time and Easter fell
Before I realised we actually might just be in hell
When we were living without feeling the need to tell
I was scraping my

saying I won't succeed 
But, truth be told thought I'd make it by 23
Creeping on 24 
Feeling like Christmas Eve 
Christian bale with the smilies
Mixed with

I'm very clever still you greater I am lessor
Writing this out like a letter I would never give up on her
Yeah on adventure only good I will remember

put flowers on ya grave plot
Or say what's up through a letter i sent to ya cell block
Some of y'all perpetrate
Some of us really living this
Child

Grumblin' by himself 
Christmas letters on the shelf 
All of them, unanswered 
Now he can't stop thinking about her

All of her clothes that he'd

and laughed as one

Hey Johnny can you cut this Christmas wire
Wow he got blasted ten feet back and I ain't lyin haha
Hey Mary there's a letter by your jello

time like David Blaine in the square
Oh for the years
Holding back these tears
Luck came at once feel like Christmas Day

Oh
When will my sunset
No

All that Tommy wants for Christmas
Is for his mommy to be ok
Ever since his mommy got the virus
She's been acting stranger every day
So Tommy sent

I wish that spring would come by a little bit faster

Feels like the world just keeps moving backwards

Oooooh, whoa

I wish that we could just ride

My future or my history
Then get mad when they say
I'm moving so differently
The price of being gifted
Man they light up like a Christmas tree
It's so

knowing ima lap
I'm just dodging alphabets and moving letters in the trap
When he hit me got the bag I'm like ayo where u at
Ima drop by review that ima

swallowed our pride
Our effort went unrecognized
Bested by Belial's lies
Fettered wings don't fly
Words of a letter
Boss is acting immature
But I'm no better

basses access is
With more seaman up in side her than a battleship
Happy like a kid unwrapping massive Christmas gifts

Yeah, yeah, your the the Mother

Wish I could say this was off of the top of the dome
By myself where all my thoughts are just chrome
I'm all alone
Smelling real good when I wear my

To send you cookies and Christmas elf socks
I wrote I love you; drew a poorly etched heart
By golly why do we live so far apart

Good morning I love you

We watched the ball drop on your DVR
'Cause you said that you were gonna be late
We let the new year slip right by us
But we celebrated anyway

whippin' by Campion
Reminiscing when ya'll would never listen
My initials is GD but there's a letter missin'
Oh you need to go stop bitching and get you some

no clothes
I'm tough like cole
Get plucked then go
Get struck by poles
Bad luck oh no
Like Shawty you knew what it was
Why you tripping I'm just tryna

I thought it might help if I could try limiting
All of my thoughts to meaningless little things
So I'd get hung up on some letter you wrote me
Go

A Message to the B.A.N.

Chubb Rock

I Gotta Get Mine Yo

1992

to goddamned Joe
For cleaning the bus, we cussed, caps were bust
On us, Joe should have adjust to the goddamn musk
We were the Christmas and Joe Damn was merry

tavern
By the Salvation Army
And the plumbers supply

The old downtown mission
Has John 3:16 painted
In all capital letters
Above cans full of trash

But

think he might’ve came to late, makin  her pull that out, I ain’t finna miss her face, I ain’t finna miss her lace, I ain’t bout to by no lace, I ain’t

Christmas
Shea butter kisses
Baby oil glisten like I’m Miss Johnson
I’m oiled up tryna to grab on 
Hand slipping, ass is the only thing he puts hands on
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