Old times

Its big Emvee

No Wi-Fi,

Refurbished 2013 xbox, and we cant forget about Moxee.

No Wi-Fi, still log in my mind, Offline grind, rhyme line by line.

Router blink red, guess fate on pause,

Still stream thoughts through the paper jaws.

Ain't no bars, so I spit mine clean, Old-school tech - pen, pad, caffeine.

Scroll through nothin', refresh my soul,

Whole world bufferin', I'm still in control.

Neighbor got five bars, flexin' that glow,

I'm out here talkin' to the mic like

"yo."

No cloud, no sync, just dust on dreams,

Still back up files in the rhyme-scheme seams. No Wi-Fi, just word of mouth, Learned the truth quick when the lights went out.

Now it's screens and streams, no peace, just views,

But back then, we ain't have much to lose. Back when the rent late, noodles in the pot,

Flip the couch change just to hit that spot.

Whole block buzzin', but the fridge stayed hummin',

We ain't have much, but the laughs kept comin'.

Used to rock fades with the part off-center,

Wintertime coats, but the hearts stay tender.

Moms stretch a dollar like elastic faith,

Dreams in a shoebox, plans on tape.

No gold chain, just goals insane, Hit the court lights flicker, still play that game.

Snack cakes, mixtapes, we lived off both, Cold dinner plate, no cheer to taste, Still chef bars in a broke-down space.

No mistletoe, just crumbs on the floor,

Santa missed my block, must've lost the score. Grinch heart, colder than a North Pole morning,

They flex gold chains, I'm the storm they warning.

I don't need lights, I glow off hunger, Bars so sharp, cut snow in summer.

No cookies, no milk, no list, no Santa, Still got drive, no keys, no Phantom.

They post pics like "Christmas lit,"

But that's filters, not real, 1 peep that skit. Grinch heart, colder than a North Pole morning,

They flex gold chains, I'm the storm they warning.

I don't need lights, I glow off hunger, Bars so sharp, cut snow in summer.

No cookies, no milk, no list, no Santa, Still got drive, no keys, no Phantom.

They post pics like "Christmas lit,"

But that's filters, not real, 1 peep that skit. Grinch heart, colder than a North Pole morning,

They flex gold chains, I'm the storm they warning.

I don't need lights, I glow off hunger, Bars so sharp, cut snow in summer.

No cookies, no milk, no list, no Santa, Still got drive, no keys, no Phantom.

They post pics like "Christmas lit,"

But that's filters, not real, 1 peep that skit.

(Chorus - R&B)

No gifts, no love, no cheer, Just me and my pain this year.

Lights shine, but they don't glow for me,

Christmas don't feel like home to me.

No cards, no hugs, no calls, Every wish I make just falls.

So I wrap my heart, keep it tucked away,

'Cause Santa never slide my way.

(Repeat x5)

They say "Merry Christmas," I say

"whatever,"

Fake smiles lookin' cute in bad weather.

All I got's truth and some old sweaters,

Tryna stay warm, but I'm cold forever.

No mistletoe, just missed moments.

(Repeat x5)