| Now you don’t have to say it’s Christmas, yeah
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| We just want a reason to love
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| So happy holidays, it’s Christmas
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| We’ve been tryna find a reason to love
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| Look, light me up when the snow fall
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| I ain’t iced out, somebody hit me with a snowball
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| Love it or hate it like it’s your call
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| Big money on Christmas, gift to me seeming so small
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| I’m pulling up to my momma’s house
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| Eat till we passing out, wifey crashing on the couch
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| I say I love you, gotta act it out
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| The reason for the season ain’t the treason, what you passing out
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| What’s up with the love, what’s up with the love now
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| I guess you like, «Why bother?»
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| What’s up with the love, what’s up with the love now
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| I wish that I could hug my father
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| What’s up with the love, what’s up with the love now
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| I guess you like, «Why bother?»
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| What’s up with the love, what’s up with the love now
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| I wish that I could hug my father
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| He’d probably say
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| I wish that I could hug my father
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| He’d probably say
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| You don’t have to say it’s Christmas, yeah
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| We just wanna reason it out, yeah, yeah yeah
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| Happy holidays, it’s Christmas, yeah |