I got the boxes down from the attic With the tree up in the room An unwrapped every ornament Covered in pages from last year's Sunday Tribune Just about every one of them Reminds me of you 'Cause knick-knacks and flashbacks And yester-year's news Oh, it's that time again For the memories of loved ones, family, and friends But this Christmas I know won't compare To back when you were here I guess there's always last year You were laughing by the light of the fireplace Every time I close my eyes The best days of my life Those cold winter nights And even though I realize There will never be another December like that But I'm trying to be thankful for what we had Oh, it's that time again For the memories of loved ones, family, and friends But this Christmas I know won't compare To back when you were here I guess there's always last year Found a picture of you in the snow In a bad Christmas sweater Next to letters you wrote Don't you know you're the reason I love this season so Oh, it's that time again (It's that time again) This Christmas is just not the same without you here I guess there's always last year Guess there's always last year

Yo, it's the Bad Boy Chiller Crew Hold tight, S Dog on this one Hold tight, Klublove on production We don't know divvies 'round here, mosquito! Yo,hold tight, vice in sight! Yo, last year she didn't wanna know But this year she be on my phone like, "What's up, handsome?" She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms This week hit another sold-out show Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford Yo big boy, dirt bikes, smalls gettin' ripped up Lean back, lift off, YJ's pissed off Boys gon' local, shots got 'em gripped up Graft went tits-up, boys got six month Yo, he didn't wanna fuck with the gang Yo, blacked-out boy jumpin' out of the van Yo, saw no shot-gun, comes with a bang And you don't want war like Trump in Iran Yo, you ain't ever seen a motherfucker like this All black, tight, in my Nikes Beef kicks off, who's ridin'? Boys got you duckin' and divin' Boys gonna grip it and slide in Grip the whip, don't spin out You ain't no shit, bro, chill out Yo BBCC next to blow These little MC's better get to know Yo, last year she didn't wanna know But this year she be on my phone like, "What's up, handsome?" She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms This week hit another sold-out show Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford Yo, last year she didn't wanna know But this year she be on my phone like, "What's up, handsome?" She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms This week hit another sold-out show Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford Big bat' girl, come check me (yo) Yo it's SD, all to the G (yeah) Live on the track with the BBCC This year we're takin' doors clean off Music bangs like a sawn off- Pull up in the stall in black leather gloves Don't give a toss Don't try violate man, put your daughter on a cross 'Cause I don't give a fuck who your olders was SD's, you'll go somethin' like boss I'm this time's generation Don't try takin' the piss 'cause I've got no toleration (na) Crops comin' down on the rotation No goin' back, no probation Feds on my case, three day lay Now I'm locked in a station Yo, last year she didn't wanna know But this year she be on my phone like, "What's up, handsome?" She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms This week hit another sold-out show Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford Yo, last year she didn't wanna know But this year she be on my phone like, "What's up, handsome?" She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms This week hit another sold-out show Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford Cream of the crop, double G's on my top I'ma live life fast, I can sleep when I drop Full team's tight like peas in a pod And my tunes rub hot like fiends in a spark Bradford crew inside the venue Mic check one, check two Shots at the bar, it's time to go daft Jump in the car and hope we don't crash I've got girls on Facebook, girls on Snapchat I don't wanna wife when I just want that slack cash Boys go local and guns go tac tac Come blacked-out like Batman, ay Got a big team from the Notty lads Whip cost about 40 bags GK, I'm not fuckin' about Pass me the mic, and we're shuttin' it down Yo, last year she didn't wanna know But this year she be on my phone like, "What's up, handsome?" She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms This week hit another sold-out show Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford Yo, last year she didn't wanna know But this year she be on my phone like, "What's up, handsome?" She be on my cock 'til I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop 'til I cop three phantoms This week hit another sold-out show Last week I were gettin' dropped and banged up Back seat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford

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