This song is about how I never feel love like I did when I was a kid anymore and probably never will have that much happiness in my life like a kid on Christmas.
[Intro]
I want love
Show me love
[Verse 1]
But trust is a thing that very few niggas got
Say you can't buy it but God dammit it can be bought
Eight years when Maw Maw passed but I never brought
Tears to the table Q and Dad wasn't having it
Nas playing in the background repping for his city
Too young to understand still sucking on a titty
Seemed like a lot when you trying to play catch up
Don't mess up, leather on my ass, I can't stop fucking up
He only knew one way of showing me love
Years later I'm trying to get that fucking feeling back
Never had it, now I'm catching feelings bad
What's Angelina nigga? You ain't shit when you ain't got no fucking Brad
So why my old bitches don't show me love still?
Real nigga just want to know how real love feel
And I will kill for that first class airport pass
Which doesn't that seem far when you alone laying low on the fucking barge
Thinking about every eight and up that I ever seen nigga
When ambition ate me up cus I want that dream nigga
Seeing all these other youngins cum on all these fertile roses
Made me buy that mask, breach that red wall
Rob that bitch, and never call
Well I been trying to talk about some realer lyrics
Trying to talk to some realer women
But she ain't talking bout my dick I ain't trying to hear it
I ain't down to hear it? No
But what am I fearing? What am I fearing? I need to know
Loves not a word, love is a feeling I'm afraid to show
Cus pain is the price that you'll pay, hate is the word you'll say
So rather fuck Ashley today then go and fuck Leah and fade
But remember me. Please remember me
Cus I need a motive to keep living like this:
Tricking smuts to sucking dick after catching flicks
Then brag to my niggas. Ignorance is bliss
But body count matters so I don't give a shit
Why should I? No reason given
So the only point in living before I fucking pull the trigger
Is Fuck and Urinate Nigga, that's the meaning of F.U.N
But ain't no fun in this lone world Devil telling me run
Best advice is say please and listen Mother Theresa
But won't see dad on knees, with no model why be a believer?
No reason given. No reason given?!
I need a fucking reason so that I can blame you for my wrongs if I fail
So it's not my fault if I go to hell, when I die or go to jail you get that letter in the mail
Please remember me, keep me living, giving to me by keep on sinning
Charge may never drop but god dammit keep it pending
[Verse 2]
Don't believe any of the words I say, the lies I say
Don't believe any of the friends you make, the lies they'll make
Believe none of what you hear, half of what you see
Because they'll deceive you and then you'll cry to me
And tears fall down like snow in some trees
And trees die because of winter autumn leaves
Things fall the wrong way depressed and you'll call
I'll be there when you need me for the small cost of prostitution
Because pussy’s all I need
Thinking I need you to show me love, I was stupid
Waste another moment, I would lose it
Fuck a destiny, it's my life and I'll choose it
Uh, even Martin had a dream nigga
I can't believe I had big dreams with you
I can give a fuck if you like my music you gon hear these words nigga
And you gon feel my pain, don't judge what's in my brain I'm damn near insane
A slave to the fucking money damn I need a break
Just one break goddamn that's all I need
Just one break that's all I need
Knowing the blessing of my presence is a fucking present
But I'm just living in the present presenting me I'm present
I heard love last forever well I'll test it...
I almost tested
Late Christmas was produced by Montana Morris.