A Hey It's Tate Christmas, Pt. 3

I take her out to dinner
I'm not the type to pay
Her present for the holidays the big thing in my sleigh
Mrs. Claus is such a nice girl, a very very white girl
These my elves ain't no slave, they get paid minimum wage
Everybody say I'm the bad guy
I'm in your chimney eating cookies and your wife, I
I couldn't ask for more
I'm robbing every store
Love and presents everywhere
How could you ask for more?

I'm overweight but the doctor said don't worry
Keep spreading joy and keep the kids that I hate happy
Don't you regret it (ho ho ho) don't you regret it
Every year we do the same thing so we had to switch it up
Pour more milk inside my cup
Put more focus on the grind every present wrap it up
But more important than the gold
Than the playstations, the rolley everything, you add it up
Think about the people in your life that raised you to be right, uh

I'm giving thanks this Christmas (lord)
And everything I give, it's a token of my gratitude
I love you
I love you and everything you do
Mistletoe-in always knowin' what I want cause it's right here in front of me
And baby girl you're a part of me
A part of me

Mistletoe-in always knowin' what I want cause it's right here in front of me
And baby girl you're a part of me
A part of me

I take her out to dinner
I'm not the type to pay
Her present for the holidays the big thing in my sleigh
Mrs. Claus is such a nice girl, a very very white girl
These my elves ain't no slave, they get paid minimum wage
Everybody throw your hands up high (Up high)
We in the stratosphere
We on cloud nine
Everybody that I love
Always do more than enough
Everything that's on my wishlist
You could say my stocking's stuffed



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Singleton
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