[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
This shit is different, bring Christmas back
Shit, where my gifts is at?
When the kids go sleep, then the gifts get wrapped
Don't sleep, still get you wrapped
Talking 'bout all the basic stuff
Niggas don't be putting decorations up
Need to celebrate, put Aces up
Just gifted my wrist, that was eighty bucks
Christ was born on this day for us
Need somebody to come pray for us
Shit, take me back to the days when
Your whole family came over
Way before we had to pay rent, we was buying brand new Range Rovers
We was getting drunk off that eggnog, and we was waking up with a hangover
Smoking weed, let your cousin puff
Got [?] it wasn't us
We had it all, but it wasn't enough
[Verse 2: Keen Streetz]
Christmas back, tell them bring the real Christmas back
Where my gifts is at?
Tell them bring the real Christmas back
You ever had no gifts under the tree?
That shit'll shake [?]
The wellfair wasn't making moves
Crazy how Christmas feel like April Fools
Mama love cutting [?]
Shit was heartbreaking news
First day back on the Christmas break
I wasn't fly, so I was late to school
Back when the kids thought Santa was real
And the snow on the sled
I was in my room, just bagging up work
It was snow on the bed
Me and my cousin was cursing my aunt
Walked in, like I heard what you said
Fiending to open the gifts, we went to sleep early, was going to bed
My uncle Cliff was the lone shark
In other words, he used to sell money
One Christmas, I ain't get no gifts
'Cause my big bro needed bail money
I'd rather him back than them presents
Open the presents
Family was over, everything, this shit tought me a lesson
That was the days, when they was smoking on packs of the Haze
Watching your moms [?]
Ain't nothing like Christmas back in the days
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