Story Behind the Song
I've been on the scene for a while doing this and that, but I realized I didn't really have any songs to play during the Christmas season, my favorite time of the year. I decided to write one, but not one like all these other rappers are puting out (ie. Santa Clause doesn't come to the Ghetto, etc.). So using a new direction, one that I have been taking a lot in writing my music lately, I went for the more emotional side of it. I guess you could call what I'm doing now EmoRap. With that, I wrote a sort of Christmas Love Rap song. There's a couple of familiar sounds in it, and I think it came out rather well. Of course people will start to ask "Who'd you write this song for?" and "What girl is it now?" and all of that. I understand that the two love songs I have on my major CD's were for a specific girl, but as an artist, I have written dozens of songs for her, and dozens of songs that weren't for anyone in particular. (like "Just One Chance" on A Drop in the Bucket) This is just one of those songs that wasn't really written for anybody cuz I wanted everyone to be able to feel it. I hope you enjoy "Under the Tree"
Lyrics
"It's gettin' cold in Herrre"
But nothin's better than Southern Cali in sweater weather
To sit at my desk
And write another letter.
A little wish list,
With hopes that my gift is
The only thing I've written on the page
To be specific.
I'm missin' you...
Daily, been through this constantly.
So it may be repetitive
But I'm not tryna be.
And still I am,
Cuz 10 items on the page repeat again.
Three letters just like
Track 10 on my CD, so when
I send this letter,
I hope you get it before the 25th
Cuz this Christmas,
I've only made one wish.
I think you see what I'm gettin' at,
So when I pop it in the mail
And send it your way
I don't wanna get it back
Return to sender.
Never wanna see that written.
Drive to the post office,
Defrost, the windshield's drippin'.
I'm trippin', I put four stamps
Just to make sure it goes through
Cuz all I want for Christmas
Is to be with you, so
(chorus)
This Christmas Eve,
Could you please fall asleep under the tree
So when I wake up,
You'll be waitin' for me.
It's not a question of greed
Not to me, cuz it's just
That all I want
Is to see you on Christmas.
It's only 50 degrees,
So why do I have to purchase the antifreeze
To get my car back to my house
From only two or three
Blocks away,
And I feel like I should just walk away.
Nothin' can bring me down from this,
Not today.
Not the 23rd... sent the letter last week,
But not a word
From you, but I won't lose hope,
And sure it's occurred
That maybe it got lost in the mail,
Yo, what's up with these postmen?
But I won't sit and worry,
Christmas Eve is so close and
It's not the time to be upset.
But I just poured my heart into a letter
Beginning to think I should move on
And forget her,
But can't.
Cuz even though they don't understand
That my heart is clutchin' onto something
I never held in my hands,
It does, nonetheless.
Cuz this one's not impressed
With big cars and fancy jewelry,
She's not like the rest,
She's different.
She's perfect, never seen a flaw in her.
But she hasn't responded
So I'm thinkin' of callin' her and sayin'.
(chorus)
(break)
7:36 on the clock I'm starin' at...
Haven't slept a wink
Cuz the phone hasn't rung in 13 hours,
Startin' to think
It's hopeless.
Know this has to work, it's gotta.
Cuz in the past, you've given me signs
And though a lot of 'em
Could go either way,
Some of 'em just jump out and say
That's somethin' different behind those eyes.
I close mine and pray
That maybe you've just been waiting,
Tryna think the best way to tell me
That you've loved me all this time
And now the feeling's overwhelming.
It's Christmas Eve,
And it's still 50 degrees...
This is as cold as we get all year
Out in the OC,
And still I'm wishin' for snow...
Just somethin' to let me know
That times are changin',
Hangin' on to the hope that we can grow.
Closin' my eyes again,
Can't hurt to pray twice today.
Pray that if you call,
I'd actually know the right thing to say.
Open my eyes to a single
Snow flake startin' to fall...
When my phone rings.
Hold up, I gotta take this call.
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