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Jared Bacheller
Jared Bacheller
Songwriter
Lafayette W
Lafayette W
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DeCicco Beats
DeCicco Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Just Believe Anything Can Happen (J BACH) Lights on gleaming (gleam) Eggnog heavy (ugh) And the Coca is steaming (steam) The days long and steady With the Family ready and connecting (link) As we sit under the tree (tree) Sit under the tree (tree) Sit under the tree Its something to see As it's Christmas Eve We put up the tree, reeve, put out the milk and cookies This feelings such a good thing Admittingly Presents wrapped up neatly Chimney steaming Saint Niks double checking the listing this season Pushing the limits putting out packages Hit me with the address list (beep) and lets just hope while in the sleigh Rudolf leads the freight, his nose shines aways So I don't crash this shit In a ditch, snow bank, or along the way in to frosty (uh oh) As we drop these- Gifts and presents of Lafs of raps With Jerry's story to match As we got it under wraps but it really isn't going to cost you that Giving you exactly, the exact thing That you forgot to ask for in your wishing's As I know It can get costly Stuffing the stockings but worth every penny (cha-ching) As I pay the price I know its right Give me that check give me that raise up that pay Sick of the hours for Minimum wage Plotting and nadda be changed Sick of the scraped & loose change Need to fulfill change While I look for the real thing for this holiday So Just get to sleeping on this evening Count your sheep, while I dot my Is and cross my Ts With the stories and when your eyes are wide You'll wake up to see Hopefully what's under the tree (tree) Under the tree (tree) Under the tree (tree) (Ya, Famous) Gotta new whip on my wishlist All my old friend gettin distant Bouta cook em up like brisket Everybody has they chance then missed it I don't do much can't diss kid They can't rap like this kid So I turn up like it's hot out Too turnt up can't stop now Switch it up Look at my flows man I'm doin the most I got bread make it toast Just as far as it goes And they really want famous To slow on the rise I see all the hating come straight from their eyes Despise what I prize No taking from mine All is the grind Comin from time No one is stopping the work that we do Don't have to lie my bars always true Pick a trick she get hot like a pepper Losing ya mind and can't get it together Don't sleep on us After midnight Half these rappers can't write a hit right Left in the dust No cry no fuss The flow I trust I pull up and dust We come up and make it She move and she shake it A chance don't take it My heart don't break it Winter time When the feeling right Can't undermine At a special time Gotta feeling better Get it back together Back in any weather Stop us they can't let us Get rolling big time When the small time turn to hit time Then we hit prime Give a rib for this Waited from my young days as a kid for this Man I had this on my Wishlist What burns on ya fireplace She like Laf she got fire taste Dropping verses that's a fire waste Steal my bars that how fire taste I'm using my time like I'm running the clock out I give her work she won't let me clock out The verses you read were blue that's a cop out I'm on a roll you know I can't stop now Lights on gleaming (gleam) Eggnog heavy (ugh) And the Coca is steaming (steam) The days long and steady With the Family ready and connecting (link) As we sit under the tree (tree) Sit under the tree (tree) Sit under the tree
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