It was the holiday 2024 So much potential knocking at my door My green packs were slim My pull rate odds were grim Still I pulled that snowflake just one rip in But my chase is a number Like winter in summer I can see Christmas all year Saw someone list you But somehow I missed you I really hope this doesn’t sound weird Every day wishing In eBay listings I’ll hunt down your trail But I won’t go to jail Is it fine if I write this If not it’s not like this This chase could get me locked up for life Jail Bae 12/25 They’ve got to be red They’ve got to be presents They got to be holiday cards I’ll hunt 'til I’m dead I’ll learn no lessons This chase is hard Like really hard Don’t know what to do with you Can I even think you’re cute? I know you’re just art on a page But I still gotta know your age Every day wishing In eBay listings I’ll hunt down your trail But I won’t go to jail Is it fine if I write this If not it’s not like this This chase could get me locked up for life Jail Bae 12/25 They’ve got to be red They’ve got to be presents They got to be holiday cards I’ll hunt 'til I’m dead I’ll learn no lessons This chase is hard Like really hard Don’t know what to do with you Can I even think you’re cute? I know you’re just art on a page But I still gotta know your age
