[ Featuring Miles ]
You know it's funny how the year goes so fast
But Christmas time has come at last
Put up a tree and put up the lights
Looked and saw the whole place covered in white
Wrote a letter for my boy asked for some ice on my neck
But if I'm naughty or I'm nice he'll have to check
Santa he can't be real or fake
But my does it smell like pot on Christmas day
Just chilling watching Die Hard
Building snowmen in the backyard
Baking cookies with gramps and gran
Love this season so much you don't understand
Sitting under the christmas tree
Craving a blunt or a hit weed
My mom tellesme to go to bed
Santa is coming that's what she said
Bam Christmas Eve so hype I can't sleep
So creep to the kitchen just to take a peek
Smell something funny it's like a skunk
Saw santa behind me talking like he drunk
Ay yo man roll these woods like I'm rollin down a hill
Take a hit bitch yeah i think i will
I got the call a quarter to ten
Ran to Adams as fast as I can
Saw santa sitting on the floor
And then he said
Lemme hit one more
We got in a rotation passing it around
Some chronic or something cuz it was weighing me down
Sitting in a circle going ho ho ho
But then santa said
Man I gotta go
He bolted out the door and left us alone
I got my things and went on home
Woke up on christmas and thought it was a dream
Then i saw something that made my momma scream
A huge blunt sitting under the tree
My dad said "yo,is that for me?"
Then i saw the note that was left by St Nick
Said merry Christmaschristmas to all and to all a good hit
So every christmas eve a quarter past ten
We blaze it up with santa and rip again
