’Twas The Night Before

Lyrics

[Intro] Turn down the lights (Oh, it's that grown holiday music) And take my hand ([?] Ah ha! She told me) [Chorus: Debórah Bond & Substantial] I know it's late But there's a gift you can open now I tried to wait But I'm ready and I hope your down What I'm tryin' to say Is you can have whatever you allow How that sound? Right now It's going down (Merry Christmas, Baby) [Verse 1] 'Twas the night before Christmas I planned to give her every single thing that's on her wish list Before we call it a night, naughty or nice, she can give it For all of her life it's only right, we admit it She got the gift that keep on givin' to her only man Looking like Santa's little helper got an Only Fans I'm only playin' but since the kids are out of sight Turn the music up 'cause I doubt it'll be a silent night She in my ugly sweater lookin' pretty fine That's why she can get the season greeting from me anytime Starving for a loving, feeling like it's dinnertime Hot Stuff, Donna Summer, even if it's wintertime Please forgive if I offend, you know I tend to speak with candor Hop in the sleigh bed, let me be your Secret Santa See, there ain't no better time than the present It's the most wonderful time of the year, get your blessin' [Chorus: Debórah Bond & Substantial] (She told me) I know it's late But there's a gift you can open now I tried to wait But I'm ready and I hope your down What I'm tryin' to say Is you can have whatever you allow How that sound? Right now It's going down (Happy Kwanzaa, Mama) [Verse 2] 'Twas the night before Kwanzaa She wanna thank me for the night before and I'm honored Bedroom lit, more candles than a Kinara Hope we got enough to light 'em up tomorrow Bottomless, just her favorite tee with an affirmation I'm down to work Queen, please accept my application Kwanzaa after dark: blacker, bigger, better Shea butter baby shinin', warmin' up this chilly weather Grind on tilt like [?], 'bout to slide out my dashiki We be reppin' black excellence but still be kinda freaky I quench your royal fire and sympathize with your thirst They say Kwanzaa for the babies, but we gotta make 'em first Raise 'em right, raise a glass love, it's time to pour libation You must be my soul sista, but no relation [?] from the congregation, ashay from my [?] Here to serve my queen, as a king it's a requirement [Chorus: Debórah Bond & Substantial] I know it's late But there's a gift you can open now I tried to wait But I'm ready and I hope your down What I'm tryin' to say Is you can have whatever you allow How that sound? Right now It's going down (Merry Christmas, Baby) (She told me) I know it's late But there's a gift you can open now I tried to wait But I'm ready and I hope your down What I'm tryin' to say Is you can have whatever you allow How that sound? Right now It's going down (Happy Kwanzaa, Mama)