[Ghetts:] Christmas Merry Christmas I hope you got everything that you wished for Merry Christmas
Christmas Merry Christmas I hope you got everything that you wished for Merry Christmas
Christmas Merry Christmas I hope you got everything that you wished for Merry Christmas
[Stutta:] Aye, Ghetts, let me tell you something for a minute, man Because it’s Christmas day Everyone’s eating Everyone’s waking up, opening their presents under their nice Christmas tree See me having the same dead Christmas year for years Sell it- If you see my tree, fam, sell it- I don’t even bring it out the loft no more Sellotape My dad used to sellotape up the ting Like, no legs Like, another thing is People, they don’t even get thanks on Christmas day I never [?] have to go to church and pray Say a little prayer In your surroundings, wherever you’re are Just say something, give thanks to the lord Give thanks that you’re eating your fucking Sunday roast Fucking Yorkshire pudding Your stuffing Your turkey, whatever you’re eating, you get me? Your Jollof Your fucking rice and peas You’ll just eat, without a think, without a care in the world everyone just, you get me? But no one knows the true meaning, fam There’s people out there that are starving, that have never scene a Christmas in their life And you got people kissing under mistletoes and that Like, come on, take it serious Just make sure you know what you’re doing on Christmas Don’t be selfish, don’t just think about yourself But same way, I hope you got everything you wished for Merry Christmas and a happy new year Stutta
[Ghetts:] Christmas Merry Christmas I hope you got everything that you wished for Merry Christmas
Christmas Merry Christmas I hope you got everything that you wished for Merry Christmas