Saturday, 20 August 2016

Christmas in August lyrics



(verse 1)
I should make you suffer. Every last one of y’all blood suckers. The reason why I cuddle in the covers with the people that I find in the dust. Word. When I dig through the crates, I try to find a beautiful face to move away with, and then say the basics to. You can move away if the basics is what’s raping you. What I say to you is BEYOND the truth. It’s what you gotta face, because it’s true. “But, why is it beyond the truth?” Because I am beyond and I’m on the truth. For Two Weeks, you’ll be looking at me like, “Who’s he?” A new guy. Coming through with a new vibe. Doing what I gotta do, times 2. Because I’m time’s too. Get it? Ooo…

(hook)
Life is not a holiday.
There’s no time to play.
Life is not a holiday.
Fun things go away.

(verse 2)
Don’t ever get it corrected. My shit is direct and precise. That’s how I know I’m nice. Slicing my wrist, because I know the overdose of my past will have niggas like “I’m bright”. To not try to fight, but to hide inside is my kind of might. Muscular. Mark Henry (Sciryl) when I talk to beats, and people can’t seem to walk with me unless I talk to beats. So often he’s (Sciryl) pissed off, because there’s no beat playing. I be saying the most amazing shit, but the beat’s saying “I ain’t saying shit”. Must be because the beat’s making me cry. Why? Is it safe in my eyes? When it pops, the music continues, and I’ll be the dude in the venue.

(hook)
Life is not a holiday.
There’s no time to play.
Life is not a holiday.
Fun things go away.

(verse 3)
I just want to be worshipped. Because all things that I find perfect, find me perfect. So, I’m blurting behind the curtains, knowing that my dirt is quite certain that I’m flirting with death and destiny. Now, my bride is squirting next to me, because she knows that I am working fate in a perfect way. So let me see if I indeed am allowed to be as loud and free as freedom is when it’s loud. The MoshPitCypher king. A lot of cats is liking my hyphening. Eddie-Lee in the middle. Name. I will stay in the middle of the game, dashing you lames. As long as I can have an orgasm with my dames, I’ma be rapping the same.

(hook)
Life is not a holiday.
There’s no time to play.
Life is not a holiday.
Fun things go away.











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