Lyrics:
no hurry
Spend a lil time, there's no rush
Pictures I'm painting, no brush
Feeling like I'm Murakami
Love come with pain if we're honest
Love come with
a plate from the kitchen auntie on the grill and you know that chicken hitting you slipping
Beta hurry up and put you bid in
We next on the spades game
marshmallows as big as mugs
And he chugs hot cocoa from gigantic jugs
And he makes a crude analogy to Mrs Claus's anatomy
How she puts up with his misogyny
about you
My eyes won't stay away from checking in case you want to hit me up out of the blue
Tell me that if that might come true
Day in, day out
From
on the whole human race
He says "I'm somebody"
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart
He says "Don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there
i'm new by the way of the come up
the sun's up
whats the hurry it's red
it's twilight shade these days
let the focus go straight to my head
I
a small town guy
Wishin' I could hurry up an' start to pack
Grab my gal and hop the train an' not come back
Instead of that I'm sitting by the railroad
be so happy I will kiss my mother inlaw
Children by the dozen in and out the bamboo hut
One for every palm tree and coconut
Hurry up now
All
with your boy
I know you miss my voice
Just come by or maybe hit me up now boy
Hey, let me know if you change your mind
Hey, let me know if you want
If
got a verse in the Book of Thugs
So when I come through bitch show me love
If you bout that flow, then raise it up
You got that funk, then blaze it
I’m in my Christmas stockings
(In my Christmas stockings)
So warm and bundled up
With hot cocoa in my cup
(Or a cup of coffee)
Cozy up next to you
I’m
packing up my bags, I got to hurry back home
Headed to Kentucky down 65,
Nothing like the South in the summertime
Sweet tea, bourbon, and the chickens
when I come through, bitch, show me love
If you 'bout that flow, then raise it up
You got that funk, then blaze it up
I got two mo's of them phat hoes
Come Home
This Christmas
Come Home
This Christmas
Gone get your hands up
It’s the dread head Santa
Gift em with my presence
From to Cali to Atlanta
shit
Then I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin' life, I'm thinkin' more like, what's up tonight?
Come on ma,
tea spiked with a little cocoa
Snatch your heart halfway out your Torso baby
I feel like Malcolm in the Middle (can I)
But to be quite frank you're
be high, no cap on the guys
And these bitches too tea by the kettle
(Tea) yeah, go run that shit up yeah
Go run that shit up (Ayo)
Get off yo' ass
put on my best show
Tis the season!
Tis the season!
Sweaters
Drinking cocoa by the fire
Blankets
Sheets of cookies too
Save me
Family's coming
And I
guessin' and if you're borrowin'
Hurry hurry step right up and keep followin'
The Leader
Follow the leader
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
come to this shit
From peanut butter and jelly, noodles, and tuna fish
To albacore, swordfish, and side of lobster bisque
Lots of jizz, rolling up
last chance
Hurry up pick and your side
2nd Pre:
They want you dumb Under their thumb
Feed you pills to keep you numb
Fill your head and your body with
a prison cell
Hot cocoa be tall like I am the soldier king
Keep that food cooking by keeping it smoldering
Fifth day of Christmas pull up with golden ring
when I come through, bitch, show me love
If you 'bout that flow, then raise it up
You got that funk, then blaze it up
I got two mo's of them phat hoes
shit
Then I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin' life, I'm thinkin' more like, what's up tonight?
Come on ma,
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