It was December 24th on Hollis Ave in the dark When I seen a man chilling with his dog in the park I approached him very slowly with my heart full of fear Looked at his dog, oh my God, an ill reindeer But then I was illin because the man had a beard And a bag full of goodies, 12 o'clock had neared So I turned my head a second and the man had gone But he left his driver's wallet smack dead on the lawn I picked the wallet up then I took a pause Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus" A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease But I'd never steal from Santa, cause that ain't right So I was going home to mail it back to him that night But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree Was a letter from Santa and the dough was for me
This update serves two purposes. The first is to reiterate the fact that Christmas in Hollis is the
greatest Christmas song ever. Second, it is to warn everyone that sending cash through the mail
is never a good idea. Come on, Run, you should know better. But your heart was in the right place,
so we all forgive you.
Talk to me Now or Later