in Martha's Vineyard Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas reminisce about the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas Now I'm gon' send
a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long
what the game need. I rap real misticly/ IF SOMEONE OUT THEA SICK AZ ME/THATS A MYSTERY!/ I celabrate christmas beacause of the (E-piff-any) But Santa
pushing packs I'm getting gravy like the 80's, I took it back I watch niggas on the block get shook and racked See niggas serve the wrong fiend, they get booked
It started with a dedication "lost in admiration - happy birthday - I'm forever yours - blossom" Faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies I smiled
them bitches is fake Thanksgiving, Easter, it's all some bullshit to me And God condemns the Christmas tree, and Jaramiah did a three So read your book
} Yo it's like speeding down the highway with a blind fold on no hands on the wheel hopin' God will lead me my way and I know he real so my grandma say
proper with the beats In any endeavor whatever we will prosper with our beats Some cats are real, other are impostors with beats We the realest, livest
the story go I used to see my past in... Giorgio Not thought about myself speaking at the... Talking about real life shit like the Maury show Low book
to read For somewhere on this night of nights She's looking to believe Here among the ghosts on Christmas Eve On Christmas Eve On Christmas Eve
-, they said he wasn't tall enough? (all, all, all the glitter in that gold) Yeah me we gon' cook this up (now gold is not a reality) (real is what you
: It started with a dedication "lost in admiration - happy birthday - I'm forever yours - blossom" Faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies I smiled
they said he wasn't tall enough? (all, all, all the glitter in that gold) Yeah me we gon' cook this up (now gold is not a reality) (real is what you live