
Happy Holiday Joe Budden (Ft. Emanny)
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Chorus (Emanny)
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change just for the holiday's
You can have your Christmas tree (Hello)
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it (Can anybody hear me)
But I don't change cause every day's a holiday
Hey, Cause every days a holiday
Hey, Cause every days a holiday
[Joe Budden]
Mic check 1212
Mic check 1212
If ain't tell me tomorrow was my birthday I would never know
Understand I'm kinda bad with dates
I don't need a party but a nigga need cake
I got to much on my plate to celebrate
Whole family unemployed
So incomes now a void
Footing everybody's bill
So naturally I'm annoyed
It's like the year kinda flew by
And like a fool I sat back and scrutinized
I'm high beaming on a dark road
All my goals now ashes on charcoal
I spark stogs
Disregard car's
Just cause my hearts cold
I'm carrying cargo
No offense
Don't need a phone call or a presents
I mean honestly I don't want none of ya'll present
Cause I won't pretend like my everyday struggles went away
So I'mma treat this like any normal day. Come On
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change just for the holiday's
You can have your Christmas tree (Hello)
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it (Can anybody hear me)
But I don't change cause every day's a holiday
Hey, Cause every days a holiday
Hey, Cause every days a holiday
[Joe Budden]
Mic check 1212
Mic check 1212
If ain't tell me tomorrow was my birthday I would never know
Understand I'm kinda bad with dates
I don't need a party but a nigga need cake
I got to much on my plate to celebrate
Whole family unemployed
So incomes now a void
Footing everybody's bill
So naturally I'm annoyed
It's like the year kinda flew by
And like a fool I sat back and scrutinized
I'm high beaming on a dark road
All my goals now ashes on charcoal
I spark stogs
Disregard car's
Just cause my hearts cold
I'm carrying cargo
No offense
Don't need a phone call or a presents
I mean honestly I don't want none of ya'll present
Cause I won't pretend like my everyday struggles went away
So I'mma treat this like any normal day. Come On
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