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Paroles de la chanson Christmas In The Graveyard par Lil Revive

(Have you been naughty or nice?)
You know I've been bad, yeah, I'm boutta bring the wrath
Got the scythe right on the dash, so I'm ready when I slash
Everybody in my path, dropping flames on every track
When they talkin', I just laugh
I just keep on making music and I keep on stackin' bags

Yeah, I'm always making killings and I don't care about your feelings
That's a fact, I'm boutta burst right through the ceiling
And when I rise out the ground, it's a Christmas in the graveyard

Demons all around me, but I hit them with the AR

Grim Reaper always try to take my soul apart
Ones that didn't make it, yeah, I'm wondering where they are

Every time, I swear it's turning to a nightmare
End of days, I think I can feel them right there

Devil in my mind, now I can't even hide there
Last breath, I might take it, 'cause I'm not scared

Swear this life I'm living, they ain't seeing what I see
I got anger and depression, and it's crawling out of me
Try to focus on the good, yeah, I got everything I need

But it's hard to keep on living when you never feel complete
I'm a devil, I produce and check the number of the beats
Yeah, just wait until you see the brand-new projects I unleash
Yeah, and even when I make a Christmas album for the memes
I'm still giving it a hundred, yeah, I leave 'em all deceased

Yeah, I wonder where the time went, I miss all the old days
I think I'ma slide in, back into my old ways
You know I've been riding, passion Imma locate
Time to start thrivin', don't live in the slow way

(Have you been naughty or nice?)
You know I've been bad, yeah, I'm boutta bring the wrath
Got the scythe right on the dash, so I'm ready when I slash
Everybody in my path, dropping flames on every track
When they talkin', I just laugh
I just keep on making music and I keep on stackin' bags

Yeah, I'm always making killings and I don't care about your feelings
That's a fact, I'm boutta burst right through the ceiling
And when I rise out the ground, it's a Christmas in the graveyard
Demons all around me, but I hit them with the AR

Grim Reaper always try to take my soul apart
Ones that didn't make it, yeah, I'm wondering where they are
Every time, I swear it's turning to a nightmare
End of days, I think I can feel them right there

Devil in my mind, now I can't even hide there
Last breath, I might take it, 'cause I'm not scared

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