them Air Max '95?s I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
snow to fall Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all Still waiting for the snow to fall It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all Those Christmas
your fife and come; And be merry while you play, Tu-re-lu-re-lu, Pat-a-pan-a-pan, Come be merry while you play, Let us make our Christmas gay! When
: (feat. Christina Milian) On Christmas morning you woke up To static on the radio Someone must have turned it on Who? You didn't know You got up slowly
got a lot of soul He sings Merry Christmas for you Just like Nat King Cole And he makes up his own tune Right on the spot About whitewalls and windshields
am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in
off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta
I didn't lose it on the roof of the place When I was drunk and I was thinking of you Every day the children they were singing their tune Out on the streets
dress, on a sad night one straw in a rootbeer a compact with a cracked mirror and a bottle of evening in paris perfume whats this sad tune he told
nail stuck In the wrist of they Christmas Don?t need radio To leave their family a witness Muhammad and Christ would life Would lay your body down To a tune
comes the video It's that song again Turn it up, it's on the radio Charge me up, I got electric eyes I won't fall down Light me up Just like a christmas
to fall It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all Still waiting for the snow to fall It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all Those Christmas
I'm taking off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune
fox Along the lanes a lover takes, run with the fox Beneath a moon, a Christmas moon, run with the fox And sing a tune, a dreamer's tune, run with the
out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune Peace to my man Tune for giving his
Christmas mornin' you woke up To static on the radio Someone must have turned it on Who you didn't know You got up slowly sleepy eyed To tune that station
amazed I didn't lose it on the roof of the place When I was drunk and I was thinking of you Every day the children they were singing their tune Out on
