Lyrics:
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
At the house of sprits we polish our shoes
We try to outshine the ones that pass through
We resemble eachother, we´re pale like the moon
By christmas we rattle
a child, but my heart still can dream
So here's my life-long wish
My grown up Christmas list
Not for myself, but for a world in need
Chorus:
No more lives
turning to dust
The Who's down in Whoville are asking
Who's heard of this schmuck
A beast when I'm roasting
Forget Christmas goose
Today we shall serve
out, I ain't go in the booth
Ain't tryna fight it out, I'ma just shoot
Three thousand dollars what I spent on the shoes
First class what I spent
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
hair,
Quests were found everywhere.
Happy times flying by,
Like dreams in the sky.
Counting down, three, two, one,
Back to youth, fun's begun
VERSE 2
if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty bitch
I'ma soldier
(mia x)
Rounding up my soldiers
Scooping up my warriors
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
about trendy
Holes in my shoes but I don’t own crocs
Feel cross but I still act friendly
Back then thought I’d be rich by 20
These days scrape for a 20
the waist is. (UH)
I like them hood with a swag in his mean he know wat to do when it come to me. Play right
BIG toys
Big Hands
Big shoes
I like them
Getting to it each day, collect calls we on three way
Talking to my mother she'd say son you still gone be great
You hopeless I can't relate
You know this
shoes
Her only wish waiting on Christmas Eve
Now she is laying on her bed
She's smiling in her sleep
Watch her dance in the night
There's no worries
(Ooh)
Mmm, oh yeah
Three towns over
There’s someone who’s on my list
He doesn’t know yet, but
He’s my biggest Christmas wish
It’s magic when we meet
by Christmas Eve
And if all of their parents could just finally get some sleep
Final Chorus
But they'll be find and dandy Lord it's a hard Caner
How time flies Merry lonely Christmas night
How lucky falling in love you and I
No matter where you are
I'll wait for you like a star
One two three
thirty bags down to the projects
I got one, two, three, four shooters clutchin' carbines
I got bad bitches and they ass fat
Rock designer bags
of us got seven flows
I'ma get it in just by the load
All three of us went shoppin'
Seven hundred thousand all on clothes (let's go) (Keed talk to 'em)
allow you to run
That running is freedom, accelerated heart rate by design through design
Air Ahmaud, Air Arbery
What color are these shoes? The upper
York, like a Christmas tree
Tonight this city belongs to me
Angel
Soul love, this love won't let me go
So long, angel of Harlem
Birdland on fifty
3 a.m.
Heart is racing
At least we live upstairs
Get your shoes on your old man's outside
The delivery is here
Most markets in the city
Get bread
[Chorus]
It's Christmas, give love 'till there's peace
'Til there's more then enough
It's Christmas, give love
It's all about love
Yea, yea, yea
three life sentences
I need healing, I need Jesus
I need more time alone, or less
I don't know
Amidst Christmas celebrations and egg nog
I say festivities
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