I just found out today The little game you play While I've been sleepin' all my life away You been steppin' so they say Between midnight and day So, I
Mama, where's your little daughter? She's here, right here on the altar You should never have opened that door Now you're never gonna see her no more
Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire Jack frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Eyes filled with fire Wish I was a better liar It hurts when it's happening and so I cried The winter is here and cold I just that I could have told you
I didn?t say it but I meant to tell you I didn?t call but I was just about to I know you?re mad and thinking you know where I?ve been I know its 5am but
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, jack frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir and folks dressed up like eskimos. Everybody
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
I got money in my hand I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin' This bitch gon' hear what I'm sayin' 'Cause when I'm payin', bitch, I'm the man
C-o-s-s-o-m Bout to hit the club gon bring yo girls i got ma dogs they gon act cool she ma bad girl she might be bout them games she might say wassup
Walked in the party gone and I notice talkin da hardest on I got my saucy armanis on Walked from da bar wid dom Pereon spens gotta da carty on Lets get
featuring Thyme Hey yo what's up man? Hey yo you been here all day man Ya'll been here every weekend man I don't ever get a chance to rap first
Say you know you've got to run You know you've got to hide You don't know who to follow Or who is on your side You don't know where you're goin' You
Ai, aiyo, butter is, uh, hands-on in the house Well check it out, put some shit on for 'em Let's get it on, kick it, ha yeah, hell yeah Yeah that shit
Damn, I'm broke, my feet hurt (Inside the mind of a car jacker) And that bitch is slippin' Damn, it makes me wanna creep Damn, it makes me wanna creep
What were you thinking? I guess I'll never know See your eyes blinking Pupils begin to grow Drilling you softly Pulling you in Making your mind up What
This is that morning It's waiting for you The face of destiny Standing before you This is zero hour Now is for you Can you feel that power Inside of
Written by: Mel Torme & Robert Wells Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks
Walking on his highways We leave the land And float inside the dark, black water Robin flies again, Robin flies again She flew low over the highways