Cyne - Boxing Day lyrics

Getting a kiss under Mistletoe Wisdom/ Father time sighs winter wonderland prism/ Red Ryder BB guns stun take ya eyes out Stuck to the love of the season then we ride out/ Cinnamon and Heineken Poppa spit a rhyme again Seeing things Sweeter dreams Presents got me high again/ Written in decoder pen Ovaltine and violins Be sure to drink it up up full of vitamins/ Did it for the licorice Candy canes and peppermint Christmas in the play cause we new to the testament / Cultivate at my expense Picket to the whiter fence Lights all over the front door like diamonds/ What did you get me sir? Blu-Ray of Ben Hur / Members Only track suit, LA gears, new furs./ So peachy keen you don't like your mood ring? TurboGrafx- 16, acid wash black jeans? So fattening fruitcakes are laughing the Hot bu*tered rum gave me runs so I'm dashing/ It is giving season even for heathens Pagans getting Sega's Gift card's with visa/ Logos on the side Sleigh bells the ride Who you gonna be today? Santa Claus? Nah Clyde../ Not in my right mind but forever on time Thank you for milk but the cookies were the wrong kind…