im leaving a note with no envolopee at santa fromt door when im asking for hope the answer is nope still dirtty after soaking in soap hard just to cope lump in my throat swallow my pride proceed to choke i needed a toke but to get smoke fire need to be stok1 im hung on a rope thats made out of dope when santa get to my doo from the north pole know that my soul is tired and old christmas day woke 12 months ago aunt karen just chroaked Santa when u go thru ur notes hope the good show n u dont give me coal next to my name on ya nic e list i get a vote im writing a letter wearing a ugly Christmas sweater santa i wanna be better b4 i leave on a stretcher i keep making errors but not because of my efforts im worn like some leather a bird on his last feather flying toward a propeller cant see the difference between never and forever never have been that clever but to this life i am tethered asking how can i sever chasing this cheadder without a bereyta a dangerous endeavor so when u reading my leger know about the setup my heart cant be measured been through whatever stormy ass weather without a umbrella how i devolop never lettingthe vanilla envilope or derail us but whats the 101 dalmations without crueilla or doing right without messup dear santa lemme explain chevy my name u wanna kno y im deranged and whats on my brain is a whole bunch of pain i can no longer restrain too hard 2 sustain thru this terrain am i the main 1 to blame have i went insane every grain in my veins stuck in some chains my methods are strange but was forced in this lane dont wanna complain but not much remains im trying to change perspective ive gained from all of the strain tired of looking for change didnt wanna be selling cocane all in the game dont have no aim but cant sell candy canes but cant trust what they claim building towers up with a crane but terrorists crash with a plane look out window Payne and up onto space away from this place where haters throw shade asking god everyday maybe Santa claus can take his place and take me away with ya rendeer and sliegh help elves make sure all kids toys made what i want Christmas day hook dear santa hope i aint on naughty list why im writing u this december 20 of fifth after 30 years of this shit my family missed most dead into abiss this holiday season aint doing shit i heard u give gifts if leave u cookies n milk my apt still getting missed and xmas is about giving i aint got shit to give lemme explain better yet u should explain