Home for Christmas
Sorry for my absence I don't wanna play
The game is made by others, going to choose my own way
Christmas is coming soon, but I'm still on the moon
I will try to use my pen and avoid my weapon tool
And if I can keep it cool, I will get to home soon
But the gin is kickin in and thoughts of me burning the school
The smell of weed on my fleece, it got me looks but from police
This Christmas I will not miss as the first of the naughty list
Fading in the dark but she touches my skin
Running around way too slow trying to chase my dreams
But now I've been too lost
I'll find you, nothing can come between us
Baby don't you worry, I'll be home at least for Christmas
And I've been out for a while
Struggling to have a smile, struggling to have a style
The coldest nights are back, they amplify regrets
And I can see those clearly I can even see my breath
Snatch me from the objects but you can't steal all my projects
Cause I'm gonna make them real do other shit is not a deal
Never ever seen them humble, never going to see me stumble
Whether good or wether bad I'm flying over what they said
Fading in the dark but she touches my skin
Running around way too slow trying to chase my dreams
But now I've been too lost
I'll find you, nothing can come between us
Baby don't you worry, I'll be home at least for Christmas
Sorry for my absence I don't wanna play
The game is made by others, going to choose my own way
Christmas is coming soon, but I'm still on the moon
I will try to use my pen and avoid my weapon tool
And if I can keep it cool, I will get to home soon
But the gin is kickin in and thoughts of me burning the school
The smell of weed on my fleece, it got me looks but from police
This Christmas I will not miss as the first of the naughty list
Like a sailor in the dark, losing my self in the sea
Like I'm fucking Forrest Gump running away from things
Trying to find my way in the stars but in the night I can't see
Telling tales of my scars, I'm trying to get to sleep
Letters to my mom, tell her not to worry
Because I've been away a lot but I need this shit for me
Need to get these things done, I'm kind of in a hurry
Feeling every single second on me
Can't find my way back home but on my back I feel
My backpack full of hopes, looking back full of dreams
I'm way too stressed so I roll a back, I'm trying to be more chill
Flying in the clouds and then I'm back on my feet
I'll be home for Christmas, wait me for the supper
I'm so far but I'm ready to go
I'm so scared but i never tell you nothing
I'll be on your side sooner than you know
Fading in the dark but she touches my skin
Running around way too slow trying to chase my dreams
But now I've been too lost
I'll find you, nothing can come between us
Baby don't you worry, I'll be home at least for Christmas
I'll be home
Uuuh
I'll be home
Wait me for Christmas
Uuuuh
The game is made by others, going to choose my own way
Christmas is coming soon, but I'm still on the moon
I will try to use my pen and avoid my weapon tool
And if I can keep it cool, I will get to home soon
But the gin is kickin in and thoughts of me burning the school
The smell of weed on my fleece, it got me looks but from police
This Christmas I will not miss as the first of the naughty list
Fading in the dark but she touches my skin
Running around way too slow trying to chase my dreams
But now I've been too lost
I'll find you, nothing can come between us
Baby don't you worry, I'll be home at least for Christmas
And I've been out for a while
Struggling to have a smile, struggling to have a style
The coldest nights are back, they amplify regrets
And I can see those clearly I can even see my breath
Snatch me from the objects but you can't steal all my projects
Cause I'm gonna make them real do other shit is not a deal
Never ever seen them humble, never going to see me stumble
Whether good or wether bad I'm flying over what they said
Fading in the dark but she touches my skin
Running around way too slow trying to chase my dreams
But now I've been too lost
I'll find you, nothing can come between us
Baby don't you worry, I'll be home at least for Christmas
Sorry for my absence I don't wanna play
The game is made by others, going to choose my own way
Christmas is coming soon, but I'm still on the moon
I will try to use my pen and avoid my weapon tool
And if I can keep it cool, I will get to home soon
But the gin is kickin in and thoughts of me burning the school
The smell of weed on my fleece, it got me looks but from police
This Christmas I will not miss as the first of the naughty list
Like a sailor in the dark, losing my self in the sea
Like I'm fucking Forrest Gump running away from things
Trying to find my way in the stars but in the night I can't see
Telling tales of my scars, I'm trying to get to sleep
Letters to my mom, tell her not to worry
Because I've been away a lot but I need this shit for me
Need to get these things done, I'm kind of in a hurry
Feeling every single second on me
Can't find my way back home but on my back I feel
My backpack full of hopes, looking back full of dreams
I'm way too stressed so I roll a back, I'm trying to be more chill
Flying in the clouds and then I'm back on my feet
I'll be home for Christmas, wait me for the supper
I'm so far but I'm ready to go
I'm so scared but i never tell you nothing
I'll be on your side sooner than you know
Fading in the dark but she touches my skin
Running around way too slow trying to chase my dreams
But now I've been too lost
I'll find you, nothing can come between us
Baby don't you worry, I'll be home at least for Christmas
I'll be home
Uuuh
I'll be home
Wait me for Christmas
Uuuuh
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Lenoir & Don Kadji
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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