Lyrics of 'Christmas Drillings (feat. JME)' by Sidemen

It sounds like nyge

Yeah, Christmas party, Christmas knees up
Man pulled up, didn't see one knee up (dead)
Everyone's stush, don't wanna free up
It's fuckin' October, why is your tree up? (what?)
Been wrappin' them gifts in cunch
Dropping 'em off tryna get my p up (OTOT)
Then john lewis put out that shit advert
Tryna make man spend his re-up (what?)
Three in the morning, man can't sleep (pricks)
My neighbours lighting up the whole street (pricks)
Npower, sse, eon, edf energy (chit-chat)
Them man there raking in the ps (trust)
Dumb consumers still can't see
Mummy's trying to make ends meet
Christmas extortion, Christmas greed

Down your spine, you'll feel a tingle (yeah)
When you hear this festive jingle (yeah)
This one's drill, not pop likе pringle
You can get wrapped up, no kris kringlе (bow)
See, it's Christmas and you don't wanna miss this (yeah)
Don't need lights 'cause we're bringing the litness (yeah)
So you're better off hidin' your missus 'cause I'm top of her wishlist (ayy, ayy)
Santa's sleigh, I might Jack that (yeah, yeah)
Christmas presents, I stack that (yeah, yeah)
Mrs. Claus got a fat back (mm-hmm)
So I might have to tap that (uh)
Then I'm leaving in santa's ride (santa's ride)
If the elves try run up on bro, then it's beef, so I have to slide (have to slide)

Christmas drillings, make a killin' (killin')
We got them children cryin' now that santa claus is missin'
Ain't no presents till your birthday (ain't no, ain't no)
Ain't no presents till your birthday (ooh)
Christmas drillings, make a killin'
Spending all your p, don't look under the tree
Ain't no presents till your birthday (ayy, ain't no presents, ain't no presents)
Ain't no presents till your birthday (ayy)
Ooh-ooh-oh

It's the one, two, three (mm-hmm)
Man'll cut down your Christmas tree (jeez)
Gonna take this flow out in the snow, back to skid row, fuck mistletoe
Pull up on santa and Jack his sleigh (uh-huh)
Him and his elves might pass away (uh-huh)
Run 'em all over with his sled
Out in lapland, snow turned red
He's dead (he's dead, he's dead)
Santa got put in a spliff, irrelevant myth
End of his presence, I plead the fifth
Body is stiff (jeez, huh)

Yeah, merry Christmas
See man jacking presents (all of them)
Fuck your life, this ain't evanescence
Man don't want socks (nah), man don't want crocs (nah)
Man tryna grab your mum
Bend her over, slide in just to show them how I stuff that turkey (jeez)
Primed up (what?), all my opps get banged up (what?)
Sit man down with a one-two piece
And I push-up to win with hands up (shut up)
And I come to Christmas wavy
Priced up but I'm not katie
Solo man but I'm not stacey
I'm the man, but I'm no baby

Christmas drillings, make a killin' (killin')
We got them children cryin' now that santa claus is missin'
Ain't no presents till your birthday (ain't no, ain't no)
Ain't no presents till your birthday (ooh)
Christmas drillings, make a killin'
Spending all your p, don't look under the tree
Ain't no presents till your birthday (ayy, ain't no presents, ain't no presents)
Ain't no presents till your birthday (ayy)
Ooh-ooh-oh