War is over, now, after a quarter-cen
On shit list of mentally hoarders and
Former young squirts, spoiled less the comfort
T-ball to 8 first, gorging down on some percs
Really squished 'em, me and you, we all perks
Even though I shit words like it's all curse
I wanna see you with no pants and t-shirts
Skin sweats 'n knee jerks by speakers
But now I beat better than bad like you made me right
Maybe it's like no biggie and you may be right
But maybe like I stick to you like a lacy white
Tank top from Old Navy might, dripping on a rainy night
Can't stop if I'm picked up and the feds say
We'll nab, charge, execute ya on Wednesday
Annul appellates, wrap me in some red tape
Powder-fry my brain like a beignet
Now we're going seis anos and no old ring
What like those 20 time zones ain't no thing?
Miles, kilos, gnats, mosquitoes
Windy City kitties. this whole things no fling
Maybe I'll go sing about some gold things
Toast and carrots, gold coasts, Molsens
To-matoes or mottos, katzen o gatos
We're lapping up life by the bubble and bottles
Booze flu, Screamin Mimi's on Sundays
Mo, Luc, and you and bed is our feng shui
Dungs say happiness is a warm gun
So bang bang, shoot me up like the heroine
Me-you when our years are all gold too
Skin-hide, that's why they say it's like old shoe
Socks hang on the mantle that holds two
It's Happy Christmas whether hot or it's cold too
Illmef - Ju-Ly Happy Christmas Lyrics
Illmef - Ju-Ly Happy Christmas Lyrics
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War is over, now, after a quarter-cen
On shit list of mentally hoarders and
Former young squirts, spoiled less the comfort
T-ball to 8 first, gorging down on some percs
Really squished 'em, me and you, we all perks
Even though I shit words like it's all curse
I wanna see you with no pants and t-shirts
Skin sweats 'n knee jerks by speakers
But now I beat better than bad like you made me right
Maybe it's like no biggie and you may be right
But maybe like I stick to you like a lacy white
Tank top from Old Navy might, dripping on a rainy night
Can't stop if I'm picked up and the feds say
We'll nab, charge, execute ya on Wednesday
Annul appellates, wrap me in some red tape
Powder-fry my brain like a beignet
Now we're going seis anos and no old ring
What like those 20 time zones ain't no thing?
Miles, kilos, gnats, mosquitoes
Windy City kitties. this whole things no fling
Maybe I'll go sing about some gold things
Toast and carrots, gold coasts, Molsens
To-matoes or mottos, katzen o gatos
We're lapping up life by the bubble and bottles
Booze flu, Screamin Mimi's on Sundays
Mo, Luc, and you and bed is our feng shui
Dungs say happiness is a warm gun
So bang bang, shoot me up like the heroine
Me-you when our years are all gold too
Skin-hide, that's why they say it's like old shoe
Socks hang on the mantle that holds two
It's Happy Christmas whether hot or it's cold too
On shit list of mentally hoarders and
Former young squirts, spoiled less the comfort
T-ball to 8 first, gorging down on some percs
Really squished 'em, me and you, we all perks
Even though I shit words like it's all curse
I wanna see you with no pants and t-shirts
Skin sweats 'n knee jerks by speakers
But now I beat better than bad like you made me right
Maybe it's like no biggie and you may be right
But maybe like I stick to you like a lacy white
Tank top from Old Navy might, dripping on a rainy night
Can't stop if I'm picked up and the feds say
We'll nab, charge, execute ya on Wednesday
Annul appellates, wrap me in some red tape
Powder-fry my brain like a beignet
Now we're going seis anos and no old ring
What like those 20 time zones ain't no thing?
Miles, kilos, gnats, mosquitoes
Windy City kitties. this whole things no fling
Maybe I'll go sing about some gold things
Toast and carrots, gold coasts, Molsens
To-matoes or mottos, katzen o gatos
We're lapping up life by the bubble and bottles
Booze flu, Screamin Mimi's on Sundays
Mo, Luc, and you and bed is our feng shui
Dungs say happiness is a warm gun
So bang bang, shoot me up like the heroine
Me-you when our years are all gold too
Skin-hide, that's why they say it's like old shoe
Socks hang on the mantle that holds two
It's Happy Christmas whether hot or it's cold too
Writer: Kim Hamner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid