I really don't want much for Christmas You could lose hate and I'd be blissful Make all the madness disappear That's it for what I wish No diamond-studded gifts I really don't want much this year but love Maybe just peace and while you're listening It

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

I would have noticed a gold wedding band, Diane I'd rather you hate me than not understand And all those nights that he's given to me I wish that I could give them back to you I promise I didn't know he was your man Oh, I promise I didn't know he was

It got a little crazy last night Last thing I remember I told the bartender Mix rum and whatever you have First one drink, then two then I woke up with you So I know things can't be all that bad But it's still a little hazy Steel drums still ringing in

Your eyes are full of hate, forty one, That's good Hate keeps a man alive, its gives him strength While cutting their shadows, kill them into the dark trough Black is all the way, furious never-ending darkness show Only way could be hard in their small

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad

I won't go back 'Cause I'm sick of the person I used to be So stressed out, burned out, living in my agony Hated all the words that they said to me So I jacked up, blacked out, wasted all those memories 'Cause I'm sick of you I'm sick of me I'm sick of

And I'm thinking, just another breath. Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me When all the answers that I seek are around me Am I drowning, am I fading away, Or am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way Everything is so complex Everyday

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

La la la la la la La la la la la la la la I got a problem, can you relate I got a woman callin' love hate We made a vow we'd always be friends How could we know that promises end I don't care if you never come home I don't mind if you just keep on rowin'