[Chorus: Crisp Linen]
Leave a seat at the
Table for me
When I pull up on
Christmas Morning it’s
Been a year since I
Heard the story
When I woke up on
Christmas Mourning so
Leave a seat at the
Table for me
When I pull up on
Christmas Morning it’s
Been a year since I
Heard the story
When I woke up on
Christmas Mourning so

[Verse 1: Nollege]
(This shit really feel like Christmas)
I’m cold like winter while I’m summertime sipping
I was born a sinner but still ain’t shit different
Forgot to send my list so Santa in case you listen
A brand new beginning is all I want for Christmas
My dreams fictitious nobody believes
So baby this Christmas it’s just you and me
You showed me I don’t need eyesight to see
You know me more than even I know me
This the book of life and it’s tearing at the seams
I promise you this life ain’t as hard as it seems
Nothing like these chumps Imma treat you like a queen
You’re really all I want cuz you’re really all I need
Tis the season drinking booze and consuming greens
And this Christmas I’ll be all up in them bootycheeks
Thinking bout you and you doing what you do to me
Make it hard to sleep counting sheep for eternity

[Chorus: Crisp Linen]
Leave a seat at the
Table for me
When I pull up on
Christmas Morning it’s
Been a year since I
Heard the story
When I woke up on
Christmas Mourning so

[Verse 2: Crisp Linen]
Christmas ain't the same
I can't even wear these shades
That you gave me I was fucking buggin' to get paid
As of lately Ive have seen the error
In my ways
And its crazy I ain't even get a chance to say
Merry Christmas have a happy fucking holiday
If you hate me wanna tell you I dont feel the same
At the place we carved into the wall and wrote our names
All the days we smoking trapping running thru the rain
But what I most hate
How am I supposed
To celebrate
On the worst day in my life
That I ever faced?
Since the first wave
Im remembered everything you played
Throwing footballs
I remember every single game
At the first base by my house
Sold our first eighth
Like a workday
Every fucking hour Imma wait
In the worst case Imma sleep
The holiday away and
When Im first place
Imma throw the medal on yo grave

[Chorus: Crisp Linen]
Leave a seat at the
Table for me
When I pull up on
Christmas Morning it’s
Been a year since I
Heard the story
When I woke up on
Christmas Mourning so
Leave a seat at the
Table for me
When I pull up on
Christmas Morning it’s
Been a year since I
Heard the story
When I woke up on
Christmas Mourning