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GAMBOY - No Jokes For Christmas Lyrics



GAMBOY - No Jokes For Christmas Lyrics




It's getting close to Christmas, how did I miss this
Don't know what to get for the misses, not giving hippopotamuses'
Hold my breath as I pray for forgiveness, I reckon I should have suggested a wishlist
Hope she gets this, she's blessed, and so gifted, next on the list

Is like an incredible mist, as it sticks to the joists
It's moist like the morning dew on the floorboards
It's a toy I'm working on for a boy who's 40
It's a ploy, don't get annoyed, just learn

I'm a crazy pawn, the one that makes the move that breaks the gong
Creative, innovative, new ways to make a song
With the bass I'm taking on so I can afford this voice
Until new layers spawn, I hoist all the sheets up

Glue all the joists, what's the point I'm preying on
Do I speak with a foreign twist or gibberish
Eat me up like oranges as I deliver this
Have a slice or a tablet like I'm a pharmacist

Santa's providing you with a horror flick as I start to flip
Crack the whip, screaming it's war, I'm sick of the card tricks
Got me full of hate, on Dasher on Dancer, make my escape
When they try to discombobulate my fate, just know I'm gonna end up great like Checkmate

If not, then I nominate my mom who's great to bomb my fate
Instead of my enemies, cause I long await to be up on stage
Presenting these, need to populate the gates to this place
She gotta make it, was it faith

Cause she was an angel, no stranger to dangerous minds
Or a stage, been through pain for us many a times
A great woman who deserves greater love than any hoodlum in mind
No stranger to Brooklyn or making a book

But this time it's all true, no shaking the cookman
Served up a smorgasbord and poured this forth
With a glass of wine before I bored the doors up for the last time
Be engorged, in what I provided, only a matter of time

And it's more than a portion, get lured into the music
Put down the booze quick, don't lose it as I cruise in
Crashing with it, blasting, causing chaos and cataclysm
May toss and turn, till I serve, as I pray, boss is concerned

Others will catch me, but they lost as they burn
Want me to pay costs, so I know I won't get the day off
I need change, how much can you break off
Can't get this taste out my mouth

Like Worcestershire sauce, my best desire's lost
My chest is on fire, coughing, my bestie's a liar
Paws off my best Mariah line, now to buy a gift for Tobiah
As I get aggressive with pride here, she rests on higher

Close to Christmas, and I'm doing tricks
Distorted twists, like a contortionist
Try to squeeze through the locks, mortises
Gotta get in stores at six before their swarming in

With deformed morticians, to get more than a portion of my wishlist
You can tell I'm not into anti-disestablishmentarianism
When I'm here mixing and spitting, I mix a splash with a cherry
In it for Sarah and Christian, can I diss a tad of

The list of fans married to gift-giving
While burying victims of this passion like a fairy
Carrying sprinkles of past marriages with them
Rarely in this prison of mine, a lair of rhythm

Wish it wasn't charity, need clarity
I could build words like Build-A-Bear
Believe it, I'd do it for silver coins
So share some please, still nerds

Bestill my loins, could kill birds without The Stone
Will learn the point of all this as my will burns
Big like a horse, Wilbur
Growing gardens, I was a tiller

Like Michael with Thriller, now to distill earth
Now that I got real herbs
But I fear, fear, I fear words and weird birds
Where to go from here, uh, sir

Phobophobia nearly taking over us
But I flow, so float me up and I'm no pro
Closing up this show, though no one's showing up
Guess I'll go toe-to-toe with my own nuts, ow

Where'd the lights go
A mic pro, lost in the dark of the night
Feel so stuck and a psycho, I don't wanna know where to go
Maybe a new light bulb might solve this

Riddle with the right favor, cause all my others have blown up
So I might savor this, tried a lightsaber
But can't see to control these knobs on my nice
Dolby digital stereo while I listen to the oldies

Like I need more problems to solve, geez
This is scary yo, and the more that show up, get buried in this flow
Mind is already so crushed to a pulp
And I don't want it to revolve around this whole stunt

How am I supposed to grow up, be tall enough to land a punch
I plan the stunt, I must be magnanimous
While I drag like a bag, oh man, damn cannabis
To give to fans of this, from rags to riches

Panhandling my way, no thanks to managers
But thanks, Miss Amaris, so glamorous
Hopefully she's jammin' this, said she was a fan of this
I manifest that I could soon afford this gift

She deserves nervous as I hand her this
Maybe a car in a shade of tan will fit, or is it beige
Gotta have tinted windows, flip the page, get on stage
One day without the indo and spit in rage

Till I escape, when I flip this cage I'm in and getaway
No infantry will stop me as I drop these gifts on Christmas Day
So like the Chili Peppers, I'ma' place a silly bet here and give it away
Now hop in the car, it's my getaway

Won't get far, unless it's a sleigh
Thank God I dropped this gift on Christmas Day, but not explicitly
So as the paper's ripped away, you see a gift and say
This is lame, bitterly, don't pity me

Just let this play infinitely, it's okay
Then just pray, my mission's great
With a cross around my neck, like it's a lei
Like I'm Hawaiian, start cryin'

Mele Kalikimaka, hope it's the way
Cause on this day, it's the wisest thing to say
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English

It's getting close to Christmas, how did I miss this
Don't know what to get for the misses, not giving hippopotamuses'
Hold my breath as I pray for forgiveness, I reckon I should have suggested a wishlist
Hope she gets this, she's blessed, and so gifted, next on the list

Is like an incredible mist, as it sticks to the joists
It's moist like the morning dew on the floorboards
It's a toy I'm working on for a boy who's 40
It's a ploy, don't get annoyed, just learn

I'm a crazy pawn, the one that makes the move that breaks the gong
Creative, innovative, new ways to make a song
With the bass I'm taking on so I can afford this voice
Until new layers spawn, I hoist all the sheets up

Glue all the joists, what's the point I'm preying on
Do I speak with a foreign twist or gibberish
Eat me up like oranges as I deliver this
Have a slice or a tablet like I'm a pharmacist

Santa's providing you with a horror flick as I start to flip
Crack the whip, screaming it's war, I'm sick of the card tricks
Got me full of hate, on Dasher on Dancer, make my escape
When they try to discombobulate my fate, just know I'm gonna end up great like Checkmate

If not, then I nominate my mom who's great to bomb my fate
Instead of my enemies, cause I long await to be up on stage
Presenting these, need to populate the gates to this place
She gotta make it, was it faith

Cause she was an angel, no stranger to dangerous minds
Or a stage, been through pain for us many a times
A great woman who deserves greater love than any hoodlum in mind
No stranger to Brooklyn or making a book

But this time it's all true, no shaking the cookman
Served up a smorgasbord and poured this forth
With a glass of wine before I bored the doors up for the last time
Be engorged, in what I provided, only a matter of time

And it's more than a portion, get lured into the music
Put down the booze quick, don't lose it as I cruise in
Crashing with it, blasting, causing chaos and cataclysm
May toss and turn, till I serve, as I pray, boss is concerned

Others will catch me, but they lost as they burn
Want me to pay costs, so I know I won't get the day off
I need change, how much can you break off
Can't get this taste out my mouth

Like Worcestershire sauce, my best desire's lost
My chest is on fire, coughing, my bestie's a liar
Paws off my best Mariah line, now to buy a gift for Tobiah
As I get aggressive with pride here, she rests on higher

Close to Christmas, and I'm doing tricks
Distorted twists, like a contortionist
Try to squeeze through the locks, mortises
Gotta get in stores at six before their swarming in

With deformed morticians, to get more than a portion of my wishlist
You can tell I'm not into anti-disestablishmentarianism
When I'm here mixing and spitting, I mix a splash with a cherry
In it for Sarah and Christian, can I diss a tad of

The list of fans married to gift-giving
While burying victims of this passion like a fairy
Carrying sprinkles of past marriages with them
Rarely in this prison of mine, a lair of rhythm

Wish it wasn't charity, need clarity
I could build words like Build-A-Bear
Believe it, I'd do it for silver coins
So share some please, still nerds

Bestill my loins, could kill birds without The Stone
Will learn the point of all this as my will burns
Big like a horse, Wilbur
Growing gardens, I was a tiller

Like Michael with Thriller, now to distill earth
Now that I got real herbs
But I fear, fear, I fear words and weird birds
Where to go from here, uh, sir

Phobophobia nearly taking over us
But I flow, so float me up and I'm no pro
Closing up this show, though no one's showing up
Guess I'll go toe-to-toe with my own nuts, ow

Where'd the lights go
A mic pro, lost in the dark of the night
Feel so stuck and a psycho, I don't wanna know where to go
Maybe a new light bulb might solve this

Riddle with the right favor, cause all my others have blown up
So I might savor this, tried a lightsaber
But can't see to control these knobs on my nice
Dolby digital stereo while I listen to the oldies

Like I need more problems to solve, geez
This is scary yo, and the more that show up, get buried in this flow
Mind is already so crushed to a pulp
And I don't want it to revolve around this whole stunt

How am I supposed to grow up, be tall enough to land a punch
I plan the stunt, I must be magnanimous
While I drag like a bag, oh man, damn cannabis
To give to fans of this, from rags to riches

Panhandling my way, no thanks to managers
But thanks, Miss Amaris, so glamorous
Hopefully she's jammin' this, said she was a fan of this
I manifest that I could soon afford this gift

She deserves nervous as I hand her this
Maybe a car in a shade of tan will fit, or is it beige
Gotta have tinted windows, flip the page, get on stage
One day without the indo and spit in rage

Till I escape, when I flip this cage I'm in and getaway
No infantry will stop me as I drop these gifts on Christmas Day
So like the Chili Peppers, I'ma' place a silly bet here and give it away
Now hop in the car, it's my getaway

Won't get far, unless it's a sleigh
Thank God I dropped this gift on Christmas Day, but not explicitly
So as the paper's ripped away, you see a gift and say
This is lame, bitterly, don't pity me

Just let this play infinitely, it's okay
Then just pray, my mission's great
With a cross around my neck, like it's a lei
Like I'm Hawaiian, start cryin'

Mele Kalikimaka, hope it's the way
Cause on this day, it's the wisest thing to say
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Writer: Godfre Matthews
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: GAMBOY
Language: English
Length: 5:03
Written by: Godfre Matthews
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