Lyrics Old Saint Nick - Layla Khepri

You'd think I came from the mud
The way I'm working the grave shift
Like the elves making toys that'll be somebody's favorite one day
I've been working getting Holiday pay
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this

My musicaaaaa
Goes hard
Wurtzite boron nitride diamond
School's out but I'm still chimed in
Bells don't ring unless my name rings a bell in this bitch when I say like I'm Simon
The passion underlining the grind
I'm too busy to be buying dreams that I can't rely on
Kept this shit raw for the lions
And I'm feeling mighty David
Running through these giants
For my folks they tried to play with
We three kings and my God still sacred
I'm cold as ice and I'm catching haters naked
I've been living life
Which is more than I can say
For the ones that we've lost
So not a day goes wasted

You'd think I came from the mud
The way I'm working the grave shift
Like the elves making toys that'll be somebody's favorite one day

You'd think I came from the mud
The way I'm working the grave shift
Like the elves making toys that'll be somebody's favorite one day
I've been working getting Holiday pay
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this

I'm outgrowing my environment
Shark out the tank off my Pioneer
First-class flying gear
Landing in the end zone like I'll try it here
Deck the halls with my awards hoe I'm winning while you spying in
Chimney full of smoke from the paper planes I'm flying in
Across the silver linings
Aligning with my defining moment
Iron with iron sharpening diamonds my time is coming
I'm finer than wine is to drunken pirates on islands and oceans
The reflection in my mirrors my only opponent
And I'm autofocusing in
Chosen to win filling in the shoes I had to grow in to fit
Hopeful again
Soaking it in
Swear this life was made for me just like I know that it is

You'd think I came from the mud
The way I'm working the grave shift
Like the elves making toys that'll be somebody's favorite one day
I've been working getting Holiday pay
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this
I feel like old saint Nicholas
When I give 'em more of this