Dear Santa
I don't really like to dress for the holidays
I'm that nigga, I'm the best, what my momma say
I don't really like the presents when I'm not okay
How come the girl I'm simpin over always outta state
These just the thoughts in my head, I'm a handful
But for that moment when you left me I was thankful
I'm on the grind, I never got the chance to thank you
If I could talk to you now, I got so much to say to you
Like, I'm glad I never bought you makeup
And I thank the lord that we ain't make love
I'm glad you always talking shit about your day ones
And ever since I left your life I see your days suck
You know my family doesn't celebrate no Christmas Eve
You got a stocking full of coal for what you did to me
I bet Santa put a soul under your Christmas tree
I know you wrote the North Pole about you missing me
Dear Mr. Clause
For me it's kind of hard
To put all of my feelings on this card
But I been on my lonely, I been nice, I swear to God
I know I been petty, but under that, I got a heart, So
Tell her she was special
Since the day that we met, Oh
Santa, help me let go
With your nigga with the red nose
I'm that nigga, I'm the best, what my momma say
I don't really like the presents when I'm not okay
How come the girl I'm simpin over always outta state
These just the thoughts in my head, I'm a handful
But for that moment when you left me I was thankful
I'm on the grind, I never got the chance to thank you
If I could talk to you now, I got so much to say to you
Like, I'm glad I never bought you makeup
And I thank the lord that we ain't make love
I'm glad you always talking shit about your day ones
And ever since I left your life I see your days suck
You know my family doesn't celebrate no Christmas Eve
You got a stocking full of coal for what you did to me
I bet Santa put a soul under your Christmas tree
I know you wrote the North Pole about you missing me
Dear Mr. Clause
For me it's kind of hard
To put all of my feelings on this card
But I been on my lonely, I been nice, I swear to God
I know I been petty, but under that, I got a heart, So
Tell her she was special
Since the day that we met, Oh
Santa, help me let go
With your nigga with the red nose
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Writer(s): Elias Dires
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