Songtexte:
Real Book Christmas

: It started with a dedication "lost in admiration - happy birthday - I'm forever yours - blossom" Faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies I smiled

they said he wasn't tall enough? (all, all, all the glitter in that gold) Yeah me we gon' cook this up (now gold is not a reality) (real is what you live

} Yo it's like speeding down the highway with a blind fold on no hands on the wheel hopin' God will lead me my way and I know he real so my grandma say

beats Peace love unity livin' proper with the beats In any endeavor whatever, we will prosper with our beats Some cats are real, other are impostors with beats We the realest

'em If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas (Naw, naw for real I will

a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks, your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long

miss you Thought it was a game when I said the dogs would get you Heard you fucked up cause E-V-E bit you Flex knows what the real is That's why he deal

really knew real Christmas day and not from books he'd read He truly met real Santa Clause he said him just one word God gave his praise for Christmas

to get to work! Where are your law books? Elle: (Spoken) Umm... Well, I know they're here somewhere. Emmet: (Sung) You know, this vanity's real picturesque