a Blue Christmas, that's certain And when that blue heartache starts hurtin' You'll be doin' all right with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
that? His teeth are loose now, his neck needs a noose How dare you say you're holding guns, you're rolling with Beetlejuice I black out 'til I'm blue in the face
the right time showing them the sun on our faces when we come home for Christmas. Next year at this time we'll be washed up on shore with our face to
s passin' me by You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine on Black Christmas, I need a Gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas
Jack Wagner/Brian Wilson Well, along with our special feature of this Beach Boys' Christmas Album, once again I'm happy to see the smiling face of the
Breaking the Rubik's cube. Making me lose the beat. Blue jean-baby girl, We are an apogee Down in the Christmas tree. Hear me out, You don't know I'
think he's got some nerve Mrs Face had other lovers Her arms smothered other numbers He freezes Christmas season, all saints protect him Uh-huh His face
Tree's in the corner, the fire's burnin' bright. Shadows are dancin' in the pale candelight. Life should be a rainbow, but it's blue: It won't be Christmas
body to the pearly gates Me and Celph ain't making happy music, this is truly hate Toby Hooper in this motherfucker cousin, saw his face [Celph Titled
crack you can ask cocaine. (ahhhh) Don Strapzey, dru blu, got ma face all over the youtube, ma SB's got more than a few views, but its christmas n guess
A sky as black as regret Is rolling aside for the blue Impossible face to forget These feelings belong in a zoo She brings the morning She, she brings
Durban deep I was born on amen corner I pound rock face, I get lonely But my family they go hungry Sill the boss man he call us lazy Don't the old blue
made it a priority But the boys in blue couldn't solve the case Because the girl that hit the curb didn't have no face They found her on Delancy Street, Christmas
nowhere) [Jadakiss] Why ya'll braggin, I'm over here choppin and baggin And I don't want the drop coupe so I'm choppin the wagon Dark navy blue six speed
the 5th gon flame While you at it, move ya eyes off my wall street chain They say we movin like an organized street gang All hues of blue, all shades
, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face Shots
Joes. Got my forehead sweating Celery and blue cheese on my menu next [Koujo] Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround
Ramadan is over, The new moon's shown her face, I'm halfway round the planet, In a most unlikely place. Following my song line Past bamboo shacks and
