Gifts from Winter by Ryan Wiseman, Chiru-san

How you gonna be when the clock strikes twelve? (Don’t know)
Just gotta hold the gallows til the end of time, wanna pass me up?
My brain wanna trip in the end, from all the shit; I’ve been trying to hold onto my gift
Holding the gift that you want to hold from me
I don’t ever wanna see the shit that you hide from me

These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts

Oh you told me the lies, yeah you told me the lies (You know)
And through the bullshit that I cannot see through my eyes
Cause there’s gunk, in bullshit that’s been dunked
It’s a square one, your gift is here
Square one, your gift is here
Your gift is here, and it’s you

These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts

These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts

These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts
These are my gifts, these are my gifts

These are my gifts, these are my gifts

The clock strike twelve, I'm not doing just fine (I'm not)
It's not a game, it's not a game
Cause where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

My apologies in the end, I don't think I can go
I don't think I can go