Lamonta - All I Got for Christmas Was Stoned

I love these holiday parties
How's the job? How's the 401K?
Getting cornered by my old pastor
Demanding answers about my lost faith
Oh great. I think that's my ex and she's here with some guy I hate
Named Greg who's a lawyer
All I want
Is just a chance to slip outside
Yeah, I'd trade in all my gifts to go get high
I swear I won't care
If I end up all alone
And all I got for Christmas was stoned
Another family gathering (why god why?)
With all these people whose names I don't know
I couldn't tell you how we're all related
But I could tell you who's here just for show
Oh no. Now someone's drunk uncle just used some words he don't know
Are super fucking racist (Oh c'mon he fucking knows)
All I want
Is just a chance to slip outside
Yeah, I'd trade in all my gifts to go get high
I swear I won't care
If I end up all alone
And all I got for Christmas was stoned
And all I got for Christmas was stoned
Stoned on sativa (Not Indica)
All I got for Christmas was stoned (Higher than the top of the tree)
All I got for Christmas was stoned (Please stop talking to me)
[Ho, ho, ho this party fucking blows]
All I got for Christmas was stoned (Santa, suck my dick)
All I got for Christmas was stoned (This room's full of pricks)
All I got for Christmas was stoned (I'm about to smoke the mistletoe up in this bitch)
All I got for Christmas was stoned

Written by:
Kyle Olson, Steve Smith

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