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



Credits
Writer(s): Elias Dires
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