Below the Mistletoe - David Brookings

First it rains then it pours And the wind is knocking down your door And you realize what's in store And you realize you're the storm You're the storm I'm a sadistic twist of Ma$e and Limp Bisc Burn a blank disc and let your mind rip That postal nasal drip, too sick like Covid Big pimpin' like Hova Roller coaster with the flow cus the drop real This life surreal, went from little kid meals to big deals Peeled off the mask now my pores exposed Beats force the pump like N.O. Explode Make a hater implode and die slow Witness my growth 20 at a show to Pillsbury dough I got the Illbury flow and Goose fo sho I write faster than a cheetah after a pita LandShark and a margarita Mama Mia, Pats with the heater no Derek Jeter but I rep my city proud Spot me in a crowd Ginger with tattoos Fuck these taboos Play against Pats you bound to lose Get bruised like a peach Reach I teach, step in my crease Get bodied, capiche First it rains then it pours And the wind is knockin down your door And you realize what's in store And you realize you're the storm You're the storm Ya know I'm often distant cuz my darkness hidden Sitting, always ought to witness the mama zipping Off the alcoholic fixes, the papa riffing Raucous, pitching a hostile opposition to bottle sipping They'd pop up dissing, when I saw, I'd ditch 'em Go to the dock and listen to Nas and Big and Awkwardly attempt to jot some writtens My confidence been so preponderant since then And the cause permitting be hip-hop, make rhythms Vietnam in minutes, genius, calm replenished These lips all contentious when I scrawl a sentence A squalid menace, prospects unpromised with a hodgepodge of gimmicks It's gone diminished, I'm like Charlie Dickens, a novelist I carve and enlargen schisms The props I'm missing cuz I mock traditions Of the environment the higher men will market this in First it rains then it pours And the wind is knockin down your door And you realize what's in store And you realize you're the storm You're the storm

Hang all the mistletoe And I'm gonna get to know you better This Christmas And as we trim the tree How much fun it's gonna be together This Christmas The fireside is blazing bright (oh...) And we're caroling through the night (oh...) And this Christmas will be A very special Christmas for me, yeah Give me your hand baby, uh-huh Presents and cards are here And I'm going to fill with cheer and you, baby This Christmas And as I look around, your eyes outshine the town, they do This Christmas The fireside is blazing bright (oh...) And we're caroling through the night (oh...) And this Christmas will be A very special Christmas for me, yeah, yeah, yeah You and me, baby Give me your hand, baby, oh You see, the fireside is blazing bright (oh...) And we're caroling through the night (oh...) And this Christmas will be A very special Christmas for me Yes, this Christmas will be Very special for you, you and me, Lord, oh Please give me your hand, baby Merry Christmas, baby Hang all the mistletoe (merry Christmas) I'm better off get to know you better, better (merry Christmas) Merry Christmas (merry Christmas) You and me, baby (merry Christmas) Oh, oh, hey, hey (merry Christmas) Merry Christmas Baby, baby (merry Christmas) Merry Christmas

Call in sick and tell them you're not coming to work Shut the door and put the sign up, "Do not disturb" Come to bed, I need a few more hours with you Yeah, I do When you move, I move with you, I think I'm obsessed Neighbours shout, but at this point, I couldn't care less Hold me close, I need a few more hours with you Yeah, I do If you wanna know why I can't let you go I blame it on the mistletoe Mhm, mh-da-da-da Sun goes down, didn't we have plans to go out? With our friends, but all I really wanna do now Is stay right here, I need a few more hours with you Yeah, I do My phone is buzzin', I just let it ring Runnin' my fingers all over your skin Do what you do and then do it again I think I hear the angels sing If you wanna know why I can't let you go I blame it on the mistletoe Mh, naughty or nice, we can do both Oh, blame it on the mistletoe Ooh-ooh, blame it on the mistletoe Ooh, da-da-da-da-da, blame it on the mistletoe