Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hottest Christmas on Record, artist - Marcus D. Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Record label: Bop Alloy
Song language: English
Hottest Christmas on Record |
| VERSE 1 |
| Yeah… |
| Chuck a deuce to the cold |
| ‘Cause your dude trying to go |
| Where degrees never freeze |
| Sixty two be the low… |
| …and the winters are tame |
| All I want for Christmas is some tickets baring my name |
| Rather chill where it’s warm I’ll provide the cool |
| Not a flake in range whole sky is blue |
| Big sis scooped the fam where we riding too |
| She replies we can do whatever you tryin' to do |
| Bet that. |
| Out here snow never a set back |
| Plan to have an early winter tan when I get back |
| (Ehh!) |
| Strictly chillin in the figurative sense |
| Plus I caught a whiff of an open grill by the fence |
| Some may assume it’s May or June ‘cause the feelings immense |
| Hipped your dude a year or two ago been missing it since |
| Now I swap my winter coat for a White Tee |
| Cup of hot cocoa switched with some Iced Tea |
| Shaping up nicely… |
| HOOK |
| Not quite Summer fam |
| But this a different type of winter wonderland |
| And almost 80 degrees |
| Inside evergreen outside there’s palm trees |
| And it feels kind of ill |
| The smell of winter been replaced by a grill |
| Don’t get no better |
| Hottest christmas ever on record and we out’chea! |
| VERSE 2 |
| No skull hats, long jawns or Timb boots |
| Just sweats, short sleeve tops & gym shoes |
| F! |
| a snowman & snowballs I’m so gone |
| Coppin' snowcones or hitting up Coldstone |
| Might even call home to rub it in a bit |
| They like «Young, you so wrong… you know that you ain’t sh…» |
| I’m like aww man, come on you could made the trip |
| But ya didn’t so long we bout to hit the strip |
| Bout to dip with the windows down feelin the breeze |
| Feel like Spring but there’s Christmas lights still in the trees |
| Feel at ease… couldn’t wait for winter break, see |
| Did it right to ensure that winter didn’t break me |
| Looking like we waited for this moment all year |
| Smiles all around ‘cause the fam’s all here |
| No one or cloud throwing shade, all clear |
| Egg Nog in the cooler it’s normally all beer. |
| Aww yeah! |
| HOOK |
| BRIDGE |
| Back home it’s so cold, |
| More of the same is lame and so old |
| So I’m rollin' (where the skyline’s blue) |
| And golden, (so much more to do) |
| Head to the backyard or the park |
| Grill to the sun go down and it’s dark |
| Then the next morning, (watch the kids open gifts) |
| I’m soaring (Nothing quite like this) |
| HOOK |
| OUTRO |
| Orlando we see you |
| Miami we see you |
| Honolulu we see you |
| San Diego we see you |
| LA we see you |
| Phoenix we see you |
| Tuscon we see you |
| New Orleans we see you |