Ballad Of The King
Made me a, made me a list
Made me a list
Made me a, made me a list
Ayy
Made me a list 'cuz it's Christmas
Wishin' for diamonds and bitches, ayy
Might hit a lick for the business
Cop me a throne now I sit in my riches, uh
Give me some kisses, candy cane gave sickness, uh
Took time and read around the white and black licorice
Is it bad that I'm gifted? These girls they just wantin' my kids inside of them
They hoe, hoein' around like they Santa on Christmas, uh, hey
I've tried to be good and go get this, uh, being ambitious, askin' forgiveness
From him on his birthday, 25th, I ain't talkin' the third day
Rose again, 8 A.M, at the church, she hurt me, now I'm thirsty
Takin' pills and they ask, "how the perc taste?" I need first aid, 'cause they curse me
'For I leave home I gotta make sure that I gotta dessert plate
I'ma get the bread, I'll make joy 'til the world change, 'til the winter end
Gingerbread, cookie cutter crackin', get you fed
Chew off the bitter end, like Rudolph I get you red
Light up the lane and I get you lead
I can't complain, some struggle to eat, thank God there's no pain, be bittersweet
In silence I creep into the house, not a creature was stirrin' her parents were out
Took me to the couch and we gettin' loud, wake the town
Fucked then I bounced
Stuffed the stocking, got her makin' that list to Santa and she writin' me down
Writin' me down
Writin' me, writin' me down
Made me a list
Made me a, made me a list
Ayy
Made me a list 'cuz it's Christmas
Wishin' for diamonds and bitches, ayy
Might hit a lick for the business
Cop me a throne now I sit in my riches, uh
Give me some kisses, candy cane gave sickness, uh
Took time and read around the white and black licorice
Is it bad that I'm gifted? These girls they just wantin' my kids inside of them
They hoe, hoein' around like they Santa on Christmas, uh, hey
I've tried to be good and go get this, uh, being ambitious, askin' forgiveness
From him on his birthday, 25th, I ain't talkin' the third day
Rose again, 8 A.M, at the church, she hurt me, now I'm thirsty
Takin' pills and they ask, "how the perc taste?" I need first aid, 'cause they curse me
'For I leave home I gotta make sure that I gotta dessert plate
I'ma get the bread, I'll make joy 'til the world change, 'til the winter end
Gingerbread, cookie cutter crackin', get you fed
Chew off the bitter end, like Rudolph I get you red
Light up the lane and I get you lead
I can't complain, some struggle to eat, thank God there's no pain, be bittersweet
In silence I creep into the house, not a creature was stirrin' her parents were out
Took me to the couch and we gettin' loud, wake the town
Fucked then I bounced
Stuffed the stocking, got her makin' that list to Santa and she writin' me down
Writin' me down
Writin' me, writin' me down
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Mcfarland
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