Christmas Lights - Marlo, Ryan Adams

Green beam, green beam

There won’t be a tonight, this ain’t Christmas Lights, yeah

Red beam, green beam, you can die anytime

Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket

DeCicco

Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket

Lord know, if I don’t blow, would they still kick it?

That’s why we know, she a ho, when we gotta deal with it

The syrup always make me mad unless I take a pill with it

With the same niggas from the huddle who was in the field with me

Fourth and twenty, now they’re facing twenty, just throw a flag on 'em (free my

niggas, yeah)

Way them rats run down you, you would think it’s Christmas night

Read beams, green beams, but we ain’t shootin' Christmas lights

Got a hood bitch at the Waffle House, might get a tip tonight

You know you playin' this song, you can get killed tonight

But your hip now, it’s off the hip now, it’s on your reach now

Side bitch tryna make a shot now, she’s just a rebound

Made the bitch made, made the teacher mad, but the plug proud

All my niggas locked behind bars, just know I love y’all

My dad and Tyrone let on the street

We was saved by the bell like we Screech

We twenty-three, leave 'em dead in the street

Make your mama faint when they pull back the sheet

I ain’t on drank then I can’t go to sleep

Sixth grade, I ain’t have nothin' to eat

Was shootin' dice, tryna buy up some sneaks

I’ma put a percocet on a P

Fell off but got back on my feet

It was times I couldn’t afford new clothes

I’ma call up Boosie, get 'em for cheap

Fuck a bitch and I’ma paint her toes

Her new spot, she just gave me a key

Buy the xans just like I’m Lil Peep

David Ruffin, yeah I love this high

Hellcat in the projects, give 'em motivation

Let a thug get by

Freelance, runnin' to the Boys & Girls Club in the morning

Hit the fire hydrant with a Boeing

Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket

Lord know, if I don’t blow, would they still kick it?

That’s why we know, she a ho, when we gotta deal with it

The syrup always make me mad unless I take a pill with it

With the same niggas from the huddle who was in the field with me

Fourth and twenty, now they’re facing twenty, just throw a flag on 'em (free my

niggas, yeah)

Way them rats run down you, you would think it’s Christmas night

Read beams, green beams, but we ain’t shootin' Christmas lights

I’m the same nigga from the block when that shit was hot as fuck

Now the young nigga gon' gun somethin'

Told Ralo stay down and we gon' run it up

And them oldhead niggas was scared to front every one of us

Take it back to the T and turn the guns up

Give 'em red beam, green beam, this ain’t Christmas, it’s a lightshow

You can die at any time in the night though

And I been workin' real hard to pay my ass off

And I’m still standing in the trap, sellin' pounds, keep a strap

And a nigga know I ain’t goin' for that, be shootin' where our mama at

And I hope this rap take off for me, I got a lot of niggas to feed

I’m still havin' them bad dreams and them nightmares

That 12 ran up in the spot and caught a nigga with a block

Got my country boy cashin' out

I be keepin' it work in a drought

Baby came from the bricks where the bitch hatin' a meal ticket

Lord know, if I don’t blow, would they still kick it?

That’s why we know, she a ho, when we gotta deal with it

The syrup always make me mad unless I take a pill with it

With the same niggas from the huddle who was in the field with me

Fourth and twenty, now they’re facing twenty, just throw a flag on 'em (free my

niggas, yeah)

Way them rats run down you, you would think it’s Christmas night

Read beams, green beams, but we ain’t shootin' Christmas lights