to fall Yes it's Christmas My favorite time of year All of the joy you dreamed Love in the atmosphere, atmosphere Yes it's Christmas My favorite songs
, rub it down See you make me want it in ways, I ain't supposed to say Wanna kiss you in places, I shouldn't put my face See you got my attention for
will make your body rock Well so far you've heard my voice But I brought two friends along And next on the mike is my man Hank Come on, Hank, sing that song
I'm my fathers persona I'm ready spin my beat and maybe one day meet my momma Sides I'm slinging verbs my intent is not sinister son of a minister,
the pain Pardon the flames Carvin my name in the park when it rains In the garden of chains We get lost in the labrynth Even using half of my brain Bitch
is not a pop song written for the radio These are just my thoughts and what I'm praying for Chorus: If this is my story, If this is my song I wanna
turn back, no retreatin' You can see my vision, you can feel my force Time to hit the trail boy, the mic is my horse I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my
' Don't turn back, no retreatin' You can see my vision, you can feel my force Time to hit the trail, boy, the mic is my horse I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my
s where my roots were sold and so that's where I call my home If it wasn't for tha Bay, tha rap game I would not belong Hear this song man who gives a
up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You
in this club tonight Tell the Dj to play my song all night So yo girl can play it on replay lets put our hands up cuz dat my jam Grind on you or grind
this selfish corruption All in this atmosphere No fear, less tears, only time to catch my breath I fail to inhale Your love constricts my chest Confusion
gonna do? The bachelor is calling you, yeah The mood is right with the fire side And that song you like with your favorite wine Baby, just relax and let the atmosphere
's got me thinking I could reach you. And I'm waking up alone and echo the song sung yesterday and begging you to come back home. Cause you're my boomerang. My
smoky atmosphere Mhm mhm one more round of gin and I'll be cheatin' again Body close to mine dancing to a slow moving song I can smell the perfume mixing with this sickin' in my
aint feeling you like I chopped off my fingertips see I aint even bluffing I could take you without saying .... how you gonna get all up on it When your forehead so big I could write my next song
hands up Brothers in the place put your hands up in the air We wild'n out Bringin' the ruccus and musical warfare Put 'em up and go bananas, my
pity on my vanity; Maybe question my sanity. Why I wear these uncomfortable things? Heaven knows, Which make me wonder about these pierced earrings, and my pantyhose, My