All right
In the breakfast season, when I'm on the page of reason
People lost their minds and trust me at the wall
A sympathy I can't ground down
Go ahead and niche the bloodhounds
It's me I hate this time anywhere
I don't think I can go
Hold on, we're ending and now they got it slow
God damn it, it's Christmas time
I'm walking out to the season
Got a patience that's real
They lost their minds and trust me at the wall
Nothing I can't become with the little alcohol
God damn it, it's Christmas time
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
I'm not really out of my mind
Want too many cartels, okay, maybe not
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
I might need a ride
I want to know, God, this is so tough
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
