Lyrics:
low
No more cradles and no more snow
Bet your life on a lucky roll
Play your queen, you could win your soul,
Stakes are high you can live or die
Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Lean your ear this way
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say
Christmas time is coming soon
Now, you dear old
your body and your soul speak
S, w, v, back seat
A the s, u, v
Leaking, weak
I need you right here
You need me like that
You want me right now
I want you
your love, heart and soul
The tear in my heart as you walk on by
(More than an ocean)
I feel so low and your head is high
Everything you do
to give him his words back
My mother is a master of medicine baby, it helps to have a genius on your side
If you roll with me we will do more than just
keep going, mislaid
Cursed by choice, dead inside, blown by wind, everything vanished
Sell your soul, sell yourself, sell it all, all even your blood
Haunted by your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes
Haunted by your eyes
By your soul, by your hair
By your clothes, by your eyes
By
your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes
Haunted by your eyes
By your soul, by your hair
By your clothes, by your eyes
By your voice, by
Hearted
Torn up
Apart
But, Lord, I know that
I know that
If I
If I
Only
If I only touch you
You'll exchange every one of my issues
For your virtue
I'm not terrified by it
I'd be lying to myself
I miss your warmth
**[towards]**
The snow outside is falling faintly
Upon all of our regrets
Then it
touch your body, make that body melt
Let me touch your body, make that body melt
Let me touch your body, make that body melt
Ooooh, Oooooh, Ooooooh
Let me
grow
And by the minute by the second
I'm craving all your essence
I swear to God I'd do anything to get it
Just wanna exhale and squeeze but I cannot
With you, my love
I wanna sleep under
A blue sky in the south
And swim and dance and sing
Around the coast
I wanna touch your skin
Burned by
from the soul
I bring it from the soul
And nobody's going to stop me as i go
Nobody's going to stop me like Khadafi
Or like Diana was run off by
Wish I could stop the fading of my dream
With honest words
And the youth of your voice
Feels like the touch of fallin' snow
Sitting in the dark
of spiders
You've got garlic in your soul
Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch you with a 12.04 metre pole
yeah yeah
Living life is so hard
Every day I pray to God
Tell Him to send me light so I can touch my soul
And always know right from wrong
Living
yeah yeah
Living life is so hard
Every day I pray to God
Tell Him to send me light so I can touch my soul
And always know right from wrong
Living
guides my way
It's only natural to shine in your city
Through winter days
But soon I'll hold on to something more real
Love in return is the snow I'll feel
morning yah
Since that winter morning
Since that winter morning
I want your soul
I want you to see me now
I want you to see me out
When I kill that shit
The people them a wonder in a them a wonder
If a me say black man a but a me say white man
Nice, an' up your dance and I say _????
CHORUS
The snow is
in the blood of the Lamb
cre you washed in the blood
In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb
cre your garments spotless
cre they white as snow
cre you
And I lost my soul, forgetting those who show
That they standing by my side, through the rain or the snow
So I'm ten toes down, never hogging the crown
If
(sup?)
Determination
Adversity
All of the a-motherfuckin'-bove, nigga
Yeah
Nigga, put your hands in the air for Snow 1 time
Let's go
You niggas
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