Coal

Done, done, done, done, done, done So done, oh done, oh done Three hundred and sixty-five days on the On the bullshit But I swear I'm done, 'cause Three hundred and sixty-five a year From three till I was eight My dream was sittin' and takin' A picture inside that chair with A n- with white hair My only fear was, was I behavin', that was my prayer Go to sleep the 24th, wake up the 25th Wipe the dust up out my eyes until I see the gifts Where they from? She said, "Santa" I said, "How come?" I got bad grades, mommy 'Member the day you called me dumb? With a tear in my eye, gift by the tree Hopefully the gift dries the tears Yes it did, indeed Matter fact, a myth made me think A white man was the man And the credit went to him Instead of going to my fam As I did a little dance in my blue pajama pants Mama looked at me and glanced Tryin' hard not to laugh I was five years old And too young to understand That if a fat, white man Came down the chimney, it would jam It was a white Christmas, dark winter lights Heaven, hearts bitter If you cannot fill the socks We don't want no parts wit' ya We don't want no coal, good deeds is the goal Till the day's full of snow, melt away and we're grown Oh ho, it be like that Till Christmas goes And winter says, "I'll be right back" Okay We don't want no coal, good deeds is the goal Till the day's full of snow, melt away and we're grown Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin' away I keep runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin' away Three hundred and sixty-five a year I'm usually a sinner until the time is near The time is of the essence, the clock tickin' to fear Box 'cause every lesson is in and out of one ear Shocked from all the happiness Overcomin' the sappiness Slow at sippin' the syrup That's overnight in the Actavis Everybody's a hero Everybody's a hero But everybody ain't real So somebody's De Niro Eye is on the sparrow Know that he watchin' me Know that I'ma be good eventually One day I'm gon' see If it ain't happenin', ain't for me 'Cause all of this year's blessings is living under that tree So whether I get coal or a CD from Cole The suit keepin' me safe from the annual cold I wish Santa was black 'Cause from what we was told All of Santa's receivees did not fit the mold It was a white Christmas, dark winter lights Heaven, hearts bitter If you cannot fill the socks We don't want no parts wit' ya We don't want no coal, good deeds is the goal Till the day's full of snow, melt away and we're grown Oh ho, it be like that Till Christmas goes And winter says, "I'll be right back" Okay We don't want no coal, good deeds is the goal Till the day's full of snow, melt away and we're grown