Gale vs Ghostface - Brian Tyler

Ghostface Killah] Holy Jesus, I gotta drop all these toys off Mrs. Claus, Mrs. Claus, bring me my robe & my slippers I gotta go! Smell the pinetrees in the air, sleigh bells are ringing Toy stores are out of control, and kids singing That night before Christmas, dashing through the snow Rudolph the Reindeer, red nose that glow It's all about the candycanes and Christmas list North Pole and that chubby jolly old Saint Nick The little elves getting busy, in Santa workshop And how gingerbread men keep they buttons on top Wooden soldiers and chestnuts, rosting like marshmellows Goodfellas, chocolate pudding pops and Jell-O's It's the gift, the cookies and milk on the mantle The mistletoe, that scent from that peppermint candles That warm French vanilla, mean coat with zippers Bareskin robe dragon with Versace slippers Around the fireplace we breathe, shirts are short sleave We stayin' up all night on Christmas Eve It's the season for sharing, season of the gift Season for snow, it's December 25th That time of the year, we dress like Saint Nick Stirring whipcream into that hot cup of Quick It's the season for sharing, season of the gift Season for snow, it's December 25th That time of the year, we suprise all the kids Buy gifts for your loved ones and diamonds for ya wiz I see snowmen, snowflakes, cinnamon cakes Sisters and brothers, sliding down garbage can covers Snowball fights, eggnog splashed with Hennessey Bet Christmas is Christmas from New York to Tennessee The Kris Kringles, the Jingling Babies All them late nights wrapping gifts, driving you crazy And Jack Frost is outside, freezing it up Got the hood and the goose just to loosen you up And all the homes is all lit with some many lights See the trees through the windows, glittered up at night Gingerbread house, bumping that Jingle Bell Rock And all them little bad kids get coal in they socks Ghost knows when you be sleeping And Ghost knows when you are awake And I know if you been bad or good So be good for old Ghostface Hahahaha, we made it, wish you all a Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year, hahahaha And to all a good night, good night to all To Staten Island, hahah, nah, cut it, cut it off - son

And she runs through her days With a smile on her face And she runs, and she waits And I wait We can drive to anyplace Day and night to cross the state, And in the morning, into Mexico We will wake up Mmmm, we will wake up, We will, yeah I will be with her yeah Yeah I find a window in the kitchen, and I let myself in Rummage through the refrigerator, find myself a beer I can't believe I'm really here, and she's lying in that bed I can almost feel her touch, and her anxious breath I stumble in the hallway, outside her bedroom door I hear her call out to me, I hear the fear in her voice She pulls her covers tighter, I press against the door I will be with her tonight yeah I will be with her tonight I will be with her tonight yeah I will be with her tonight I will be with her yeah I will be with her yeah

Round' here lately it's been rough Too much heartbreak not enough love I've been doubtin' if I'll ever find myself again And I worry I won't ever be enough Oooh I've been searching for the truth And then I tell myself Whatever don't kill makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Aw yeah I've been beat up black and blue I've been broke a time or two I've had nothing left to lose But then my faith pulled me through No more searching for the truth And now I tell myself Whatever don't kill you makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough We fall down we get up It's how we do it where we from We got us we got love We tough We fall down we get up It's how we do it where we from We got us we got love We tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough We tough we tough

In a small corner bar he sits there a'drinkin' Lost as a ball in a field full of corn Further away than he ever imagined That he'd ever end up from the place he was born Now no more forlorn has a Creeker drank whiskey Than the one that you see out the side of your eye Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window At all of the strangers on the corner outside And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When he was a kid, Lord he'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces And he knew not the how nor the reason for why You could ever wake up and wanna keep on a'livin' In a place where a friend was such a hard thing to find And for e'ryone ya meet there's a whole mess of people Tryin' like hell to pull you on down To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin' In the mess that they've made in the gutter they found And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When he was a kid, Lord he'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm Some fellas get by on practically nothin' Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When they were all kids, Lord they'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down