HOOBA GRYMT LYRICS

 
Merry Christmas
Well that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except for normally they have somebody to say it to
They have friends and family
And they havent been crouched
Naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm
like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys

They're not out of their minds
They're not writing in a diary
And they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit, coagulate in the spoon

I didn't speak to a single person today
I thought "Why should I ruin their fucking Christmas"
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons:

One, I have no friends left
Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before
And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life
It's just me and you diary, welcome to my fucking life


As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nuttin left
Cause I've been blastin and laughin so long that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin prayers in the street light

Been spending most their lives living in a Gangsta's Paradise
Been spending most their lives living in a Gangsta's Paradise
Keep spending most our lives living in a Gangsta's Paradise