Lyrics:
Hold on
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby
It'll get better
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just
Hold on
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby
It'll get better
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just
aren't allowed that thought
And believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
That live in
Rolling into Christmas
Written by: Deitrick Haddon, T church, Marcus white, Marcus Hodge
We riding We riding
We rolling we rolling
Put your hand
of wisdom, its not tough,
I'll be by the back porch, watching the sea,
Just the simple nonmaterial things,
Like love and family and a bird that sings,
Let
I'm going big so I can't do no little
I feed my dogs so I can't give em kibble
I let my pain out on these instrumentals
I get these bands it get me
But then I'd never do
By networking with a band
When they stop off stage into
Fucking spare me your best bit
Don't fucking send me your press kit
(You're on your own, kid)
(You are)
Make my way through the motions, I try to ignore it
But home's looking farther the closer I get
Don't know
followed me
I had power I abused it
But when you do sin and I know sin
I guess I just got so use to it
But I talk good and act bad
I know exactly what I'm
me, yes I really, really do
Do you love me baby, yes I love you
I just gone, gotta, know
Hit me band
One more again
Look you here
I got
you love me, yes I really, really do
Do you love me baby, yes I love you
I just gone, gotta, know
Hit me band
One more again
Look you here
I
times
I k now the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read
He was packing his bags
Calling out their names
They could feel he was sad
As he took the reins
Rudolf do you know
Oh oh oh oh oh
My heart feels
are man made
Can’t fix em wit a band aid
Lately I been havin Bad Days
A couple Bad Days
Dealin wit some shit I can’t say
I know it’s just a couple Bad
presents i just wanna buy some trees for Christmas
And every stick got extra leaves and i don't do no dissing
And i know these niggas be flagging
I know she
this bitch got me bleached
He knows im doing good
Yea I do my deeds
Don't gotta explain it to you
No I do this for me
I can't get lost
I got a free ride
tongue
And mail it ot the devil so he?d know my voice when I come
Why do I call myself a juggalo you hater we don't flip sides all for a bitch like doug
This is not the end even if you think it is
this is just the way that things are.
Band-Aids do not heal they only keep the cut
Clean and prevent
Alexander's Ragtime Band
Come on and hear, come on and hear 'bout the best band in the land
They can play a bugle call like you never heard before
So
Alexander's Ragtime Band
Come on and hear, come on and hear 'bout the best band in the land
They can play a bugle call like you never heard before
So
you won’t quit it
I’m not your band-aid, I’m not gonna patch you up
When life is getting tough, I’m not gonna pick you up
I can’t do everything, I’m not
suspicious if he cries
You know sex is usually good
Yeah, but it ain't always right
Chocolate is a band-aid, no matter what they say
Shoes don't stretch
Tis the Christmas Time
All my homies so fly
We connect like Wi-Fi
I know it's Christmas time and all but we can still turn up right?
This my present
They get any money?
No, had none to get, but they purloined my coat
Well you missed a sleeve, thanks
Hell, it's Christmas Eve
I'm Angel (Angel?
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