Home for the Holidays Lyrics

(It's a Kentucky Fried Christmas)

Would you hit me when you're home for the holidays

Could we spend some time together on Christmas break

Could you let me know when you get back in town

Could you hit my phone when your plane touch down

Could you hit me when you're done at your parent's house, I need to know

Drop top riding around in Louisville, Kentucky

I know you like to hate on me saying how I got lucky

I think your favorite rapper's girlfriend want to

I can't say it

Could you hit my phone, bae, quit playin'

If I get up in that girl then I go super Saiyan

I know this feeling's been around like an old saying

Girl, I'm just saying

You could do better

Walk up in the Christmas party, new sweater

And this time I don't send a text, I write a Christmas letter

It's getting cold, It keeps snowing

No, it don't let up, really hate cold weather

Would you hit me when you're home for the holidays

Could we spend some time together on Christmas break

I gave you the cold shoulder, big mistake

I put my heart on ice and I just let it melt away

Drop top riding in Santa's sleigh, she a present

Everyday's a gift, you got to treasure the present

Hard pill to swallow, got to take it as a lesson

Why must I feel this way since adolescence

You won't say it but I know you love my essence

If I take you to my parents, will you leave the right impression

Would you hit me when you're home for the holidays

Can we spend some time together on Christmas break

Gave you the cold shoulder, big mistake

Put it on ice, let it melt away

Could you let me know when you get back in town

Could you hit my phone when your plane touch down

Could you hit me when you're done at your parent's house, I need to know

Drop top riding around in Louisville, Kentucky

I know you like to hate on me saying how I got lucky

I think your favorite rapper's girlfriend want to

I can't say it

Could you hit my phone, bae, quit playin'

If I get up in that girl then I go super Saiyan

I know this feeling's been around like an old saying

Girl, I'm just saying

You could do better

Walk up in the Christmas party, new sweater

And this time I don't send a text, I write a Christmas letter

It's getting gold, It keeps snowing

No, it don't let up, really hate cold weather

(Season's greetings from Kentucky)