[Verse 1: Thiago]
Ayo, every Christmas tree we ever had was plugged in the wall
Playing card games in corridors how we deck the halls
Y'all decorate too much, that's just how I feel
Y'all tryina be cute, we tryina save on light bills
It's burning in Brazil but Santa wears a coat still
Okay Santa there's a fan over there, just go chill
We all know that it's you Dad
We all just play along like oh my God who's that?
Saint Nick, if you really exist
I've been feeling that you owe me like a million gifts
I've been way too nice to not get on the list
So I'mma wait tonight for my Christmas wish
So I sit and I wait, yeah
With the milk and the cookies on a plate, yeah
Eyes feel kinda droopy stay awake, yeah
But egg nog got me loopy in this state, yeah
How much more can I take?

[Verse 2: zamir]
It was the night of Christmas
He sat alone inside his room and tried to write a wish list
Procrastinated past the date he should've had it written
So now he's anxious thinking what if Santa gives him only coal instead of fancy presents
He wasn't confident, he couldn't really shake the fear
That he'd be on the naughty list, he didn't have the greatest year
Causing trouble, fought a couple times, he could jot a couple lines
About how sorry he was, try to maybe fake some tears
He finished writing and he started creeping downstairs
To put it in his stocking, when he heard a creaking sound, scared
He peeked around the corner and expected to see Santa Claus
Imagine how astounded he was when he found his mom there
That was the day he grew up quicker than he had to
Left a lasting impact, not a sticker but a tattoo
On his memory, and yeah the holidays are really bittersweet
When Santa isn't real, see that kid was... me
[Verse 3: marc]
Maybe Mrs. Claus just want her husband home for Christmas
Wrapping gifts and rapping all these clauses that I've written
Lately though my heart been feeling frosty I admit it
A little bit of love is really all that I've been wishing for
And if my stocking's full of coal, we can cook a ham with it
Thanks Santa, you the bro, tryina get this bread, going ham with it
Better know that I'm cheesing when I'm making sandwiches
For the folks, yeah, ho ho
Oh no, Ghost of Christmas Past just died again
Spirits in my cup, smoke chilling in my diaphragm
Sketchy faces got my city looking like a diagram
Playing games with family like, Simon says 'don't die!'
Materialism all in your stereo system
I'm teaching the wisdom but when I speak you don't listen
They just want a diss track, they distracted
Well this rapper rather write truth and spit magic