Old Saint Nick

(Yeah), you'd think I came from the mud
The way I'm working the grave shift
(Yeah, yeah), I'm working the grave shift (yeah)

You'd think I came from the mud
The way I'm working the grave shift
Like the elves making toys that'll be somebody's favorite one day
I've been working getting Holiday pay
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this (more of this, more of this, more of this)
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this (more of this, more of this, more of this), yeah

My musica
Goes hard (yuh)
Wurtzite, boron, nitride, diamond (so hard)
School's out, but I'm still chimed in (yuh)
Bells don't ring unless my name rings a bell in this bitch when I say like I'm Simon

The passion underlining the grind
I'm too busy to be buying dreams that I can't rely on (uh-huh)
Kept this shit raw for the lions
And I'm feeling mighty David (yuh)
Running through these giants
For my folks, they tried to play with

We three kings and my God still sacred (yuh)
I'm cold as ice and I'm catching haters naked (off guard)
I've been living life
Which is more than I can say (yuh)
For the ones that we've lost
So, not a day goes wasted (nah)

Yeah, you'd think I came from the mud
The way I'm working the grave shift
Like the elves making toys that'll be somebody's favorite one day

You'd think I came from the mud
The way I'm working the grave shift
Like the elves making toys that'll be somebody's favorite one day
I've been working getting Holiday pay
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this (more of this, more of this, more of this)
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this (more of this, more of this, more of this), yeah

I'm outgrowing my environment
Shark out the tank of my Pioneer
First-class flying gear
Landing in the end zone like, "I'll try it here"
Deck the halls with my awards, hoe, I'm winning while you spying in

Chimney full of smoke from the paper planes I'm flying in
Across the silver linings
Aligning with my defining moment (yeah)
Iron with iron sharpening diamonds, my time is coming
I'm finer than wine is to drunken pirates on islands and oceans

The reflection in my mirrors my only opponent
And I'm autofocusing in
Chosen to win, filling in the shoes I had to grow in to fit
Hopeful again
Soaking it in
Swear this life was made for me just like I know that it is

You'd think I came from the mud
The way I'm working the grave shift
Like the elves making toys that'll be somebody's favorite one day
I've been working getting Holiday pay
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this (more of this, more of this, more of this)
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this (more of this, more of this, more of this)