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Jared Bacheller
Jared Bacheller
Songwriter
Lafayette W
Lafayette W
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SinhoKeyz
SinhoKeyz
Producer

Lyrics

(Ay) They tell me to write like I got it The profit in pocket I never could stop it My gift in the present, not under the tree Got famous Too famous, now she bothering me She calling my phone I hang up like ornaments Used to be down bad man, now I'm bored of it Used to be real sad But I'm good Santa don't skip houses in the hood I don't write love songs I write love I don't make club songs I don't club I don't give handouts If my man down I'll help up, understand now I love to give, taking overrated If my brother hate it Then I hate it too If Laf make it Then they make it too Me and Bach got one Then made it too Back and forth crazy Then right back to you My words never lie they always too true This feeling we get the time of year Brings me joy but also fear When it's cold out Then we roll out See the bright lights Feels so good right and I'm coming back Like I'm down 1 Said you wanna king Then you found one Something really They might have to feel me It's not famous easy So they don't believe me, till I stand out Like a bright light Man the good times, make them feel right (Uh aye) 12 24, The eve of the night This year we on it different We making it right Santa on way What can I say Made it today Bach do not play 12 24, The eve of the night We on it different We making it right 12 24, The eve of the night We on it different We making it (uh) 12 24, The eve of the night We on it different We making it right Santa on way What can I say Made it today Bach do not play A different sound A Different vibe a different time of year We hear Reindeer near Santa's here in town Taste of the cocoa maybe watered down but We got that feeling of warmth from the ones around Cause Snow falling round the clock (Tick Tock) That nippy feel of the Jack Frost That makes you sneeze Ring Old fling Beep my celly (Beep) but I aint pick up the telly When its this late and chilly Laf from Philly and if were really for it Is we gone trust the process? So many years now I've spent In the Michigan cold 15 below So many trees changing Seasons phasing Many of the frozen written in snow Sister went to the windy- City Not sure if that's much different Or more less the switch of the zones A difference in home I get in time when your perspective has grown And you've lived it fasho Now You aint never heard or seen Bach on something like that I'm right back Its a tight w(rap)ped like a bow I keep it neat No need To grab the strap unless its to the booster seat So you can see the show Long arms so setting the bar high, to hard to reach Started having Deja Vu and suddenly realized it was all a dream Feel so distance when in my room And on the beat In another world honestly I often be This the Christmas shot, movie scene Look out for him into space but only to see The snow and gleam Of sun rays Over the day As I'm being put to the test I spit these testaments As I'm being tested with My penmanship Since is a kid This all Has been On the Wishlist and What I've imagined from the go. The story should be told of-
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