When the nut was plentiful,
when the nut was tender
because I’m fasting from the nut,
I go outside to clear my mind
but I see a nut tree,
I see nuts of every kind
And so I being to wonder
if fasting from the nut is a blunder
should I just go crazy?
should I release the thunder?
But oh, no!
I made a bet that I could resist the nut
and I am not about it! (This line might be wrong)
Best believe I’m not paying that five dollars.
A week left in my journey
for the nut I am yearning.
The nut will not bug me,
I’m not a roly poly
I am a man, the nut will not control me.
So December comes blooming,
blooming like a daisy.
Best believe, night of December;
your boy is going crazy.