xmas alone
Girl I got your friends in my phone, in my bed every night
Girl I turned your friends into hoes into fans I won't lie
Girl I got them missing me Christmas eve
I don't mind
Been alone for a while
Listen I gotta I gotta I gotta rest in peace
Yeah I gotta I gotta I gotta rest in peace
I'm on a different path
Yeah I want it differently
Ain't moving steadily
Time is a precious thing
Using it preciously
No one testing me
And I said it respectfully
When all of you suckas was looking me down
Well you look like fan to me
Boi you look like the son of me
Boi you know I'm a prodigy
Boy you look like a fan to me
You lookin' lost here's a summary
I started alone
With no plugs in my phone
Plugging my headphones
And singing along
I started alone
Christmas alone
Bishes be telling me
"Papi come home"
Mind's telling me to relax
"Boy you gon' relapse"
I know many women
Who'd love to be seen with me
I told 'em to relax
Seven missed calls
Santa's gone come
I told em to sit back
Girl this gon kick back
You know we a mismatch
Still like Santa I dispatch
Brings me jaana in this life
Been alone on Christmas
'Cuz these girls all distract
They not the one for me for me for me for me yah
She blow it back for me for me for me for me yah
Girl I got your friends in my phone, in my bed every night
Girl I turned your friends into hoes into fans I won't lie
Girl I got them missing me Christmas eve
I don't mind
Been alone for a while
Listen I gotta I gotta I gotta rest in peace
Yeah I gotta I gotta I gotta rest in peace
Girl I turned your friends into hoes into fans I won't lie
Girl I got them missing me Christmas eve
I don't mind
Been alone for a while
Listen I gotta I gotta I gotta rest in peace
Yeah I gotta I gotta I gotta rest in peace
I'm on a different path
Yeah I want it differently
Ain't moving steadily
Time is a precious thing
Using it preciously
No one testing me
And I said it respectfully
When all of you suckas was looking me down
Well you look like fan to me
Boi you look like the son of me
Boi you know I'm a prodigy
Boy you look like a fan to me
You lookin' lost here's a summary
I started alone
With no plugs in my phone
Plugging my headphones
And singing along
I started alone
Christmas alone
Bishes be telling me
"Papi come home"
Mind's telling me to relax
"Boy you gon' relapse"
I know many women
Who'd love to be seen with me
I told 'em to relax
Seven missed calls
Santa's gone come
I told em to sit back
Girl this gon kick back
You know we a mismatch
Still like Santa I dispatch
Brings me jaana in this life
Been alone on Christmas
'Cuz these girls all distract
They not the one for me for me for me for me yah
She blow it back for me for me for me for me yah
Girl I got your friends in my phone, in my bed every night
Girl I turned your friends into hoes into fans I won't lie
Girl I got them missing me Christmas eve
I don't mind
Been alone for a while
Listen I gotta I gotta I gotta rest in peace
Yeah I gotta I gotta I gotta rest in peace
Credits
Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
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