Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing The songs that you and I won't sing Let's not look the other way Taking a chance Cause if the bugler starts to play In the grip of this cold December You and I have reason to remember The songs that you and I

Don't surrender, surrender, surrender Please remember, remember December We were so in love back then Are you listening To what they say? Don't go that way Remember, remember, December Please remember Don't surrender

Don't I look good? Yeah, baby, baby I'ma look good, I'm just talkin' 'bout sex, yeah Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex, oh no I'm just talkin' 'bout sex and I'm so ready for regrets I know you remember when way back in December we was in love, yeah I

Grind you down and grind you down (gonna grind you down) Grind your body down I can remember the last time December The snow that comes falling it washes away I'll live forever the wings of a feather Stand your ground Don't let them grind you down Grind

Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time. And every cotton pickin' mornin' And in the days of my December I know I will remember I wake up with Becky Morgan And to this day I never got to work on time And in the days of our December I know we'll will remember

Won't you let me know? If you love me Was a long and dark December So if you love me From the rooftops I remember There was snow Clearly I remember From the windows they were watching

I got a chopper in the car (huh) I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown