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walked by
Crayon colors melting
In those blue and mustard eyes

Frank and Dot Posluszny
At the end of Parker Lane
A hatchback near the boxwood hedge

Christmas.

You've been haunted, by the ghost of Christmas past,
thinking happiness is something that won't last.
All you wanted this season, was some love

gonna make it someday
Now see how we blowing the cash
Mekor gye mahome holidays in Mumbai
Now they call me the boss
Money we chopping we never dey beg for

Holiday coming up
And hurt myself soul
First baby mama always bitching
Yay yay
Even though I still see my son
I'm in the streets just grinding daily
My girl

Am I programmed where all my choices go black community where all the voices go/too worried about holidays and Kenneth Cole/xmas over still stuck

if you spend tht dough
Yea I like ya but I love them
funds
Don't take me serious I just like fun
No need to put it by the Christmas tree
I can get it

it ain't worth nothing nigga
It ain't backed by nothing
Only you can put value on it
But tell me something is your life worth it
Yo I put this shit

you can trust me baby
I'm not really religious 
But my love is spontaneous 
Don't talk about me girl let's talk about you
Let's talk about all d lovely

was caught
By anxiety and all the stresses so I thought
If I close my eyes that it might stop
The nightmare goes on when the doctor told my family
Your

The kind you used to love, and the kind I used to hate
But there’s something about the silver screen
As I crack open the beer
The cashier let’s me think I’m

for the hills, or chill in my pad and wait
Yo am I about to die, should I call my mom and cry
Think I need to hit the bone, let a moment pass by
Oh shit

in bars, hardly in penitentiary
Giving niggas life by overload via sensory
Making niggas wife the hoes and go for the Kimberly's
Yellow over the pink

in your (Cherry red civic)
I know you ain't (Fazed by eccentrics)
You ain't looking for no makeover
You thinking merger not a takeover
I see you with

What can I say
I do it for the city
I do it by myself if you niggas ain’t coming with me
Man I say what’s in my heart
I say what’s really in me
Other

I'll celebrate 
Disobeying laws, acting fake depraved
What a holiday for me 
For me, for me, for me
Oh I'll try, not to be a stranger tomorrow 
Not to be

the thing that makes me happy
Wearing white black gray
Imma look good anyway
Looking good everyday
Even on a holiday
God forbid
Imma change my ways
This is

in right
And if I'm alive you're the love of my life
Say mums
I took my mothers advice
Whatever she's worth to you double the price
Cos no one else

miss any special occasions
Unless you wanna make excuses too
Don't wanna plan any holiday excursions
When we both know we're gonna work on through

Don't

This year I wonder as Christmas draws near
If children and old folks I love and hold dear
Will pause and take note how the word spells the name

a bank holiday
And they haven't got work at 9 oclock

And even though the MC just asked who wants more soca after the hip-hop
And there's about 50 people

Another snow day that we're miles away
I try to maintain a holiday mental-state
When the phone rings my understanding of love really turns around
I

It’s a holiday since I got you baby
I know exactly what I want this Christmas
Let’s chill by the fire
Waiting for Santa and his reindeer
So I can

The red ribbons are tied around town
And I can't help myself from dancing all around
You'll be here for the holidays
Hands on my waist, put that

And the kids all play beside a red bouquet
From the sidewalk
You hear a carol
That says to put on your best apparel
This is the holiday
The Grinch loves mocking