Lyrics Xmas in July - Tyler Ellicott

I'm so fly like it's Christmas In July
So I'ma just rhyme words Guys
At a Thrift Shop, Skid row Getting by
Santa's Elfs shooting Fireworks in July
This a Native Album but I'm a white
Did you really think I Wouldn't do this twice?
Sorry for bringing you all This hype
To live with Natives in Heaven I'm Psyched
All of us God's Children But there was no Christ
Nobody's left behind when We die
Saying Jesus lived is the World's biggest lie
It's all in your Minds, I Hope in time you find
Crosses all the way from Inuit to Ridge Pine
Twenty Five Years old, safe To say Life's a climb
Before Bipolar I was Organized
Now my room's messy I'm A Swine
And I forgot to mention Bank with Chime
No overdraft fees no Matter what time
When life gets too sweet Add, summin limes
Praise Creator for Wonderful designs
Yep, Yep
I'ma make this short and Sweet
Power of God, Well isn't This odd
Red Man slain for Worshiping Gods
Killed for their land, it Wasn't bought
Women Murdered, and Horses were Shot
Natives Minced Garlic in This Melting pot
Admit This Beat goes Stupid like Barack
Maybe it's a pitty, life got Shitty
Psychosis was surely the End of me
And Bipolar became my Centerpiece
Well Music brings me to Peace at least

Smooth as Baby's Duck Butter
Listen life's no bummer
I was a runner now I'm the Gunner
Late Fall gunna be an Indian Summer
Wwooooo I called it
Late Heat, Early Beef
You don't know what beef Is!
Aaahhh AAAHHH!
BAH BAH BAH BAH!
Let this beat run solo
This shit is sick