" My eclipse is on your lips And finger tips Until December ends... Until December ends Even though I know my name I know myself inside you People loathe December
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I'm gonna leave you know, not gonna turn around I seemed so far away, when sadness turned it's face Thought i'd never hit, thought i'd never run You'
yola Make it times 2 once I hit it with the soda Whip it up good in a beacon and a blender Have it rock hard plus white as december I switch up my raps
the morning had lost it's bitter bite Ooh, ooh! you never think your heart will butterfly Ballerina, don't you dance your life away Those years meant nothing 'til this cold December
see I couldn't see If only time could slow down Then maybe I could come up It's such a cold December It's such a cold December, it's so cold I can'
Saturday morning and it's growin' light I look out my window and remember the night The story is starting and this story ends And I feel like I need you
know that sound too well I hope it ends your vile illusions And the rain, rain, rain (I will remember) Yeah, we talk about rain, rain, rain (The still December
My pathway leads into the west They say it never really ends These legs of mine weren't made to rest I let them take me where they send me wandering
I'll be gone with the rain Til the end of December I'll be waiting for you Oh, believe me that I will wait Til the end of December You made me tumble
with a mic, I write what u like, 'cause it's my mothafucking life, I never shife not to type, indeed I am, But if they tryin to take my ends, I be damn
yesterday I remember scenes from a childhood tender second world, rising sunk beyond from a hundred rune Decembers from the noise of the crowded streets
I'm sorry, I don't mean to remember It's true that I dream less often I'm not ashamed of that long December Your hand's coming down again I close my
wished under the stars and winter sand And then she whispered to me from below I think her fallen heart fell in my hands She said, "Even in this cold December
story ends, now you hear the score my friends. We're finding answers, we're setting trends. I guess that's how the story ends. How distinctly I remember
they fall, the sun it bends, the summer ends; our so-called friend doesn't need you. So proceed out the door and down the street. December's lying
now. Plants and animals, we're on a bender when it's 80 degrees, the end of December, What's going on? Only for you and me. When the showing up ends,
m finna take ya'll back to them better times I'm finna talk about my mama if ya'll don't mind I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi Late December
