Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Christmas Song, artist - Spose. Album song Happy Medium, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.01.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Preposterously Dank Entertainment
Song language: English
Christmas Song |
Grab the weed I got a story to tell |
A couple years ago, It was Christmas night back in my home town Wells |
The snow fall, about an inch an hour |
And on the road just our pickup truck, snow plows |
After fulfilling our obligations |
Me and my man Phil met up to start blazin' |
Around 8 sparked the back woods, on the back road, the wind chill blew the snow |
like satchmo |
I asked «How was your Christmas?», he said «it sucked.» |
I asked «Why?», he said,"Man my sister’s fucked |
And if that slut died tonight it wouldn’t be enough" |
I asked for an explanation he just took another puff |
He handed it to me, I told him «Mine wasn’t better.» |
«I just got a couple corny-ass sweaters |
And my family embarrassed me because apparently getting arrested twice in a |
month is worthy of a parody.» |
Just then, turned onto Bear’s Den, saw a whip with a woman and a kid in it, |
in a ditch |
Volkswagen the color of cocaine |
With the front end buried inside a snow bank |
Temperatures near zero man, it isn’t May |
No reception out here to call Triple A |
It’s safe to say if Phil and I hadn’t drove by, this lady and her son could’ve |
frozen and died |
We put the woods in the ash tray |
Stopped the truck, put the gloves on, hopped out of the shit and walked that way |
We asked if we could help, she said «Oh, thank God, yes."She looked blazed |
herself. |
Her son shivered in the passenger, wearing a seat belt, he looked to be about 12 |
We said «No Prob,"The son said «You're our guardian angels,» |
We laughed and moved the truck at an angle |
We hooked the chains up and put her in drive |
We had 'em out faster than a first pitch pop fly |
It was all thank-yous, and huggin' |
Could’ve sworn I smelled Rum on the breath of the woman |
Nonetheless, I gave her son a high-five, said bye hopped up in the truck and |
drove into the night |
Never told anybody about the good deed of the two dudes in hoodies |
Wish the story ended there |
I awoke next morning with the sun |
Reflecting off the snow in the yard out front |
I felt fine in my flannel sheets |
The day after a snow storm tends to bring clarity |
And a shit load of shovelin' |
I was still living in the home that my mother’s in |
I pulled the covers off, I felt quite alive as I reached to my phone that I had |
on silent |
Now this was years ago now, but I recall I saw 16 texts, 31 missed calls |
I knew something was awry. |
I ran downstairs, mom tears in her eyes |
And a mouth agape staring at the TV |
I said «What happened?», I knew something was creepy |
She just pointed at the screen |
I walked down next to her to see |
And I saw it |
«Two dead in a drunk driving crash in Wells |
A woman, 22, and a boy age 12 |
One survivor was in critical condition,» |
It was the mother of the boy, they think she had been drinking |
The scene on the screen looked grimy |
A white Jetta bisected by a pine tree |
In the background a green jeep flipped |
I put my hand to my mouth and said «Jesus»… |
As I recognized the sugar loaf sticker |
On the back of the jeep that belonged to Phil’s sister |
The whole scene flashed blue and red lights |
Illuminating Christmas night |
My heart sunk like a plane with no wings because I understood the whole thing. |
My heart sunk like a plane with no wings. |
broken |
I mean, what if we had left them in that ditch? |
What if we never burn cruised and we were good kids? |
What if Phil was a bad dude like everybody thought |
Because he sold pot |
And we never even stopped to help them? |
What if I had questioned that mom? |
What if Phil’s sister and that boy weren’t gone? |
What if that right that we did was a wrong? |
And what if? |
and so on and on until the break of dawn. |
Just another Christmas song |