Dear Santa

I don't really like to dress for the holidays I'm that nigga, I'm the best, what my momma say I don't really like the presents when I'm not okay How come the girl I'm simpin over always outta state These just the thoughts in my head, I'm a handful But for that moment when you left me I was thankful I'm on the grind, I never got the chance to thank you If I could talk to you now, I got so much to say to you Like, I'm glad I never bought you makeup And I thank the lord that we ain't make love I'm glad you always talking shit about your day ones And ever since I left your life I see your days suck You know my family doesn't celebrate no Christmas Eve You got a stocking full of coal for what you did to me I bet Santa put a soul under your Christmas tree I know you wrote the North Pole about you missing me Dear Mr. Clause For me it's kind of hard To put all of my feelings on this card But I been on my lonely, I been nice, I swear to God I know I been petty, but under that, I got a heart, So Tell her she was special Since the day that we met, Oh Santa, help me let go With your nigga with the red nose