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These are your good years
Don’t take my advice
You never wanted the nice boys anyway
And I’m of good cheer
Cause I’ve been checking my list
The gifts you’re receiving from me
Will be
One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me
Before you bury yourself alive
Don’t come home for Christmas
You’re the last thing I want to see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less
Happy new years baby
You owe me the best gift I will ever ask for
Don’t call me up, when the snow comes down
It’s the only thing I want this year
One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
All I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to me
Before you bury yourself alive
Don’t come home for Christmas
You’re the last thing I want to see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less
Don’t come home for Christmas
You’re the last thing I want to see
Underneath the tree (don’t come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I could care less
Don’t come home for Christmas
You’re the last thing I want to see
Underneath the tree (don’t come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I could care less

[Chorus]
Oh, I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would have noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane

[Verse 1]
You pick the time and the place
Dont know how much this hurts
I gave him my heart to break
Now I know he broke yours first
Lyin’ right there in my bed
While he was lying to you
Believing the words that he said
How could we be such fools?

[Pre-Chorus]
And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you

[Chorus]
Diane
I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would have noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane

[Verse 2]
You can blame me if it helps
That’s what a good wife would do
But you’re only cheating yourself
Choosing him over the truth

[Pre-Chorus]
And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you

[Chorus]
Diane
I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would have noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane

[Bridge]
Oh, woah
Diane, Diane
Oh, woah
Diane
Oh, I’d rather you hate me then not understand
Oh, Diane

[Outro]
And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Verse 1]
Big backwood no black on me
No Kodak but I be smoking broccoli
I get Too turned up you can not talk to me
I smell just like a forest, I got all the trees
Take them down like that bitch right damn now
Pass that round pass that round
I’m so high my feet can’t even touch the ground
Link up with the dope boys when I touch your town
Wake and bake I wake up and bake a cake
Take my cake then I pull up and break ya face
Conversing with that backwood face to face
I Hit that bitch and then I have a better day

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Verse 2]
I just bought a whole zip nigga
Backwood to my lip nigga
Got Henny let me take a sip with ya
I came in with a fire pack
Fixin to smoke them back to back to back
Keep your cigarette and keep your black
I got OG cookie I ain’t keeping that
I’m santa claus how i keep the sack
Rolling up a doobie
Living like a movie
Haters hating i ain’t seeing that
Where i see them at imma leave them at
My bitch bad feel like mike jack
And my old hoes they dont like that
If i pass you this loudpack
Better hit this bitch and pass right back
Smoking on that choking on that loud
Got a nigga floating on that
Your girl bust it open on that
I can not stay focused on that
Blame it on the gas
Put me on ya ass
I be with the green
I ain’t talking grass
You be really green, you look like the mask
I ain’t smoking with ya if your smoking trash

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Intro:]
You wanna know what was happening
While you were living it up in Mali or Cali or Yahweh whatever it is
There was 15 murders the first week and 21 last week in this Goddamn city
You know decent people are gonna have to work here and live somewhere else
[By decent people you mean people who can afford to live somewhere else]
For Christ you are such a bleeding heart Liberal
[My heart bleeds a little for the underprivileged, yeah]
If I was at the field they’d be back in the war zone
[?] Hawaii
[Seemed pretty good until they ran in the sand and used to live with the crime rate statistics]
No what this city needs is more police than people

[Verse 1:]
Yeah! Yo yeah
Witness me making eclipse
Bake pies at red night escaping ma myth
Swore 4 plus 5 oracle bore gift
Plus explore your life show you how the lords spit
Since 79 held the spine order more clips
Worked with los Orvich try to build him a bridge
That shit collapsed with ma back fucking the ribs
Get blasted for looking all grand in front of ma crib
Sit back close your legs drown in the box
Pound up with 2 Glocks, dumb out with the Ox
The fluids out shoot it out till sundown with the cops
No running we [?] the world is mine on a yacht
Soon they probly find me like a body in a lot with blue suites behind me
With the shotty pulled cop
New suites in lobby and we value all flocks
Never recent quotes preaching for that Jack Iglesias
Told Torres like Papi Mase and catching cases but they cold
Employees know the faces who to stretch and who to fold
Get old eat off rap manifest all gold
Plots for more gold and Grey robbers playing dominoes
Got Raul put you in piece caplo waiting at ma home
So sick no pharmacist would enter the room
New York trip PA flab foot [?]
I’m off it playing in salon resting ma wound
Ma talk spit body outlined floating in June

[Chorus:]
Where am coming from [Yeah! bronze man]
I don’t really mean you no wrong [it’s Willie The Kid]
[Gun wu] I gotta keep moving on [Pull up a chair we here nigga]
I gotta Let you know where I’m coming from [TCP nigga, Ayo]
I don’t really mean you no wrong [we do it like this nigga]

[Verse 2:]
I said Um!
I said lagavulin nigga who you fooling
I’m never Jet lagged these dudes is Lorna Doones
The fly i’m in Dubai hitting sand dunes
Or in Japan on the bullet train Cancun
We used to use Cancun to balance off the sofa
Now we don’t touch the steering wheel Rover with the chauffeur
I’m in Muskegon Jet-skiing for the weekend
On the lake shore, told ma niggas make sure this time everything remain genuine
See ma end your windows continuing
Move like a bed wind
Breakfast in bed pop Spades no bentwisch a bad bitch wiska bisque
Yeah! Despite the madness i’m perfectly insane. Psycho-telepathic
Telepathy, rooms full of sneakers closets full of Jings
Bring Jackets on the bed fuck it I ain’t sleeping anyway
Jewels by the penny way I’m more than ready

[Chorus:]
Where am coming from [Yeah!]
I don’t really mean you no wrong
I gotta keep moving on [Pull some next shit]
I thought I had to know, where am coming from
I don’t really mean you no wrong
I gotta keep moving on

[Outro:]
Coming [x6]
[?]
Hey please excuse our little brother
Please forgive him
[Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, it’s alright his tan boxing is not bad he nearly beat me]

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Blessed are the bullies
For one day they will have to stand up to themselves
Blessed are the liars
For the truth can be awkward

[Verse 1: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Bridge 1: Bono]
Look around, look around
Look around, it’s a sound
Look around, look around
It’s a sound

[Verse 2: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a thought
That offers grace
For every welcome that is sought

[Chorus: Bono]
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American soul

[Verse 3: Bono]
It’s not a place
This is a dream the whole world owns
The pilgrim’s face
It had your heart to call her home

[Refrain]
[?]
Dream on [?]
[?] dreams get me sleepin’

[Chorus: Bono]
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American soul
American, American

[Bridge 2: Bono]
Put your hands in the air
Hold on the sky
Could be too late, but we still gotta try
There’s a moment in our life where a soul can die
And the person in a country when you believe the lie
The lie (the lie, the lie)
There’s a promise in the heart of every good dream
It’s a call to action, not to fantasy
The end of a dream, the start of what’s real
Let it be unity, let it be community
For refugees like you and me
A country to receive us
Will you be our sanctuary
Refu-Jesus

[Chorus: Bono]
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American soul
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American soul
American soul, American soul