Merry Little Christmas – BLU2TH & Marsha Ambrosius

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on your troubles will be out of sight

This Christmas crept up on me like TLC
Why do the holidays always wait
Till my bank account be on E
Wish I could forget it and all it involves
I’m dreading that call from my moms
When she’ll be like “Are you coming home”
And if I say no, she’ll go

“Oh Lord, it’s cause you can’t afford it
Now I’m brokenhearted
When do I get rewarded
For the years that I supported you, huh?”

What am I supposed to do, mah?
You wanna see a paystub
I’d be rich if every homey that’s owe me
Decided to pay up
And then my clients
I got some incompliant ones
I’ma start denying work
Like they’re denying funds
I am done
I take two steps and then
I’m back at one like Brian
In every church on the planet
Playing Hammonds while they’re crying
Damnit mom I’m tryin

Marsha!
You not even listening are ya?
Why did I even call ya
Anyway, never fear
Like every year I’ll go
Deal with this shit alone
I didn’t call to pick a pone
Besides I should’a known
All you gon say is…

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on your troubles will be out of sight

Hol up…
This Christmas ain’t white
But it’s cold though
Like a cone of fro yo
Made it to my family
And barely got the do’ closed
Before my toes froze
When I broke my mom’s choke hold
I got a hold of my bro
Like yo I’m in the home town
Asked about his girl and he broke down
(Ooh…)
He said the rona got her
And he can’t go on without her
And oh shit, he’s got four kids
That he knows were exposed to COVID
Then he said “she ain’t dead, she just sick” but still
I was quick to kneel
And pray that she would quickly heal
Damn this man’s fan has hit the shit for
And I lose my grip if I have to skip a meal
(Listen)
Even when you thinkin’ you got a curse
There’s always somebody who got it worse
You’re not the center of the universe
Can I get a redo cause first thing
This morning I was moanin’ and groanin’
But now I’m knowing that my cup is overflowing
Just from shelter and clothing
So I’m goin’ over the day just laying in the bed
And all I can hear is Marsha’s voice playin’ in my head like

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on your troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yule-tide gay
From now on your troubles will be miles away