am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in
snow to fall Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all Still waiting for the snow to fall It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all Those Christmas
: (feat. Christina Milian) On Christmas morning you woke up To static on the radio Someone must have turned it on Who? You didn't know You got up slowly
off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta
to fall It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all Still waiting for the snow to fall It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all Those Christmas
I'm taking off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune
fox Along the lanes a lover takes, run with the fox Beneath a moon, a Christmas moon, run with the fox And sing a tune, a dreamer's tune, run with the
out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune Peace to my man Tune for giving his
Christmas mornin' you woke up To static on the radio Someone must have turned it on Who you didn't know You got up slowly sleepy eyed To tune that station
amazed I didn't lose it on the roof of the place When I was drunk and I was thinking of you Every day the children they were singing their tune Out on
you been introduced to a douche I guess you said fuck footloose, and got pussyloose No juice, you shoulda dried up, like a prune-a Mister mechanic this place needs a tune
Everyday there's a thousand things that somehow pass us by Gotta cut through the noise so you can know what love sounds like I'm gonna tune your frequency
speak With this jazzy rural grammar to get them hoes up out they seat Bouncin' beats all down the street out them Buicks on chrome 'n' blades And even though it's Christmas
fuck the Y Z Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in
in and out of them Air Max '95?s I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune Peace to my man 'Tune for giving
Every Christmas Eve in a western town Gather up the kids all the friends and family 'Cause the holly's hung and the candle's bright Tuning up a fiddle
And finally, everything worked out just fine Christmas was saved, though there wasn't much time But after that night, things were never the same Each
And finally, everything worked out just fine. Christmas was saved, though there wasn?t much time! But after that night, things were never the same. Each
