Chris J - Holidaze Lyrics

Look who I was back then
When they use to call me Christian
I was innocent then
Wasn't worried about no chick
The ones that I called my friends
Had enemies kept within
That didn't want to see me win
Thank God I didn't let them in
No
Thank God I didn't let them in
No
You i nly as strong as the three you keep close
Let them go
I had to let them go
On the path to success
I had to pave my road
Cuz they visions was getting blurry
Niggas holding 30's
Like that jersey on Steph Curry
But naw see I wasn't worried
I was just so determined
To be all I could be
This music is what I speak
So I steady dreams
Get it by any means
Word to Malcolm X
Never trust ya Ex
Even if the sex is best
On to the next man
I ain't gotta flex man
I'm just getting checks man

Money come and Go
But memories here to stay
I say that I'm on the way
But really I'm making plays
God damn
Wish I️ was home
For the Holidays
Money come and Go
But memories here to stay
I say that I'm on the way
But really I'm making plays
God damn
Wish I️ was home
For the Holidays

Well Just think
You put that money aside
It's another type of rich
Lifestyle in this life
When funerals and candle lights
Ain't the only time we speak
And Thanksgiving
Ain't the only time
My family eat
When Christmas
Ain't the only
Time we give and receive
So What if
I can change the way
Our people think
More importantly, think themselves
Cuz the government ain't doing shit
We killing ourselves

Money come and Go
But memories here to stay
Say I'm on the way
But really I'm making plays
God damn
Wish I️ was home
For the Holidays
Money come and Go
But memories here to stay
I say that I'm on the way
But really I'm making plays
God damn
Wish I️ was home
For the Holidays

It's feel good to be needed sometimes
Been so into f*cking bitches
And writing rhymes
But right now see alone tonight
Cuz I don't got no friends
I only see them niggas in the light
Man I'm just on mission
I got get back Christian
Cuz everything feel so different
They hear me but they ain't listen
Hold up
In one ear and out the other
I got to spend more time with mother
And I got to do right by all my brothers
And don't forget my father too
Every Sunday in church
Never had me on the loose
But somehow the devil gain control
Man I pray that I come out this hole
Fork in this road which way to go
So much shit left up on my dome
I just hope I find my way back home

Money come and Go
But memories here to stay
Say I'm on the way
But really I'm making plays
God damn
Wish I️ was home
For the Holidays
Money come and Go
But memories here to stay
I say that I'm on the way
But really I'm making plays
God damn
Wish I️ was home
For the Holidays