it. Are you happy now? you keep asking, asking am I happy now? Why can't you tell me that I'm happy now? are you happy now? Happy now? happy now?
on a lucky one came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling this year's for me and you So happy Christmas, I love you baby I can see a better time when
ha Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and dance with me Come and
ha) You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh Happiness is hard to find Happiness is a state of mind It can't be
on comp just like a doormat This type stuff's under lock and key Chad is a ruff as ruff can be Now how ruff can that be? Well, let's go figa Ruffa than
a lucky one Came in at ten to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you So Happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move You're found dead
in the sea But all they can see is me They said any last requests? Biting my time I said yes I want to party, just we 3, lost but happy at sea So we
tells you secrets you can trust The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song It's when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong You can
're fighting Speeding along you're biting so much happiness at once This is the time of dying, they wanna see you crying oh, this is your last dance,
Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one Ive got a feeling This years for me and you So happy christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When
in the blinding lights Of closing time, closing time All the women tear their blouses off The men they dance on the polka-dots It's closing time And
, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth, you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape
real niggas from the fakes My boy just got out, did a flat ten And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen My best friend, but time destroys all men
see, we're our worst enemy The smartest, most talented of the raza Is all dead or doing time for a fuckin' Tronza Geniuses, all dying meaningless 'cause they can
' to make change, when I approach'em, Even though I got a great range, I won't smoke'em, I reminisce on the happy times, we spent together, J.R. High
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