Lyrics:
[Chorus]
He was killed in the end by quiet persuasion
Not the FBI home invasion
Nor the cross on his lawn emblazoned
The predictable fights didn't
Valentines day, don't forget Christmas day
Another fucking holiday created by the buisness man
We're trying to survive in this fucking world we live
Working
the systems got them,
believing in it till their hopes die rotten,
gotta pay rent, gotta pay bills, pay for a living, pay for the meals,
the problem with that
Even if I pay ya bills, loves a luxury I can't afford
While you pray for my demise I might delight and cast the light
Flip a body down the earth, in
by my left
This gee wants fight
So let's have fun
When we get in the pool
I'm bringin' my water gun
Jack him up and slice this gee
Your girl told me
Top of the world
I aim for my mine and I know my worth
Clam in the dirt, a man defined by his bond of word
Every rhyme I verse
This pen I write
(Happy Holiday)
(Hitmaka)
In the best shape of my life, I mean that mentally, shit
Maybe I could use a little improvement but shit I'm gettin'
away when I'm on the plate
Y'all on delay and I'm on a pace to get so many bills to run along with gates
And I'm flaming like grills on a holiday so let
forced to be a man
Taught by trail and error
Sometimes don't recognize the face reflectin in the mirror
Sedated haze
It sounds strange
That's when I see
Rob steals from cash machines
Tom's hooked-on diazepine
Bill bounces by the ounce
Will he make it to pay day?
Kyle's glued to TV screens
Mason scores
I came up out the slump, and the come up is never pretty
Met my niggas in Long Island, had to branch out from the city
Got myself a day job, I ain’t
see ya payin' ya bills
I see ya workin' ya job
I see ya goin' to school
And girl I know it's hard
And even though ya fed up
With makin' beds up
Girl,
Billy and his family went on a holiday
They went down to florida to laugh and dance and play
Billy went in for a swim he didn't see the harm
But when
This be wavy California
Ninja game I sneak up on y’a
Get swept up by my aroma
Head to toe in Damir Doma
Game so tight so tight it’s over
Peace
four fools, and now they sound the same
Fuck Doc Holiday and Jesse James
I got my gun in my holster, my face on some posters
It's a three day ride
holiday
Are you mad in this economy
But you worked so hard
And not once did you get on to me
And say I know this is your dream
But it might not work out
can you see by the dawn’s early light? Rio Grandé
Let’s not throw out the baby with the bathwater
Make January 6th a national holiday & God… bless…
to go on holiday
Good thing you don't like flying anyway
Don't wanna waste my time
The futures blind
Don't wanna go in work today
But I'm in shit if debts
can see my pain clearly so im fucked
I got two pills one blue one cream
Have my ass up in thugz mansion with a blue dream
I see billie holiday calling
Tha harder they gone fall when tha blick pop
Tumble weed roll by when it's real out
Tre five seven break ribs Doc
Holidays start to turn into tombstones
Where ducks hang in the window just like stockings
And by the lobster tanks up front there's a group of happy pilgrims talking
Elsewhere babies are
I dread the holidays
All unrealistic expectations
Makes me hate them even more
Cause I'm the one who generates them
This year I'll get it right
Got
Valentines day, don't forget Christmas day
Another fucking holiday created by the business man
We're trying to survive in this fucking world we live
bomber
Cause I support Utd but I'm raised by the Gunners
Make a soft drink off them plays but I don't' sell hard
Wanna go Novi told her slide see you in
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