• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Gifts - Propagandhi
• Gifts - Ray J
• Gifts - Propaghandi
• Gifts - Humanifesto

Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands,
staring at the window as the sunlight demands action.
All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds.
Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall,
spent half the span of some lost culture's rise and fall,
but I'm as clueless as a drooling four year old.
Still hoping I might find the capacity to let you know I know you're lonely.
So here's the last call for regrets,
a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made, tied too tight to undo.
An unwrapped gift from me to you.
All the slightly insane on the 18 North Main,
reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain,
nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today.
Like "Hey, whatever happened to what's that guys' name?",
we get a little older and it looks the same: askance.
Excuse my failing sense of humour.
Here's the promises I've made; a razor blade and this broken piece of chain.

[Chorus:]
Say shawty got gifts, gifts, gifts
Damn girl...
Shawty got gifts, gifts
Shawty got gifts, gifts...
[Hook:]
Shawty got lips, shawty got hips
In the club shawty make a nigga wanna give tips
She climb up to the top
And down into a split
Shawty know how to make a body do tricks
[Verse 1:]
Say shawty got a name?
You looking real fly
You looking real cute
In your birthday suit
Girl you know
I'm gonna stare
You I'm gonna shoot
You my number call me
Girlfriend if it's cool
Have friends for the two's
Call it a deuce
While I'm trynna get you drunk
I'm getting drunk too
I now the feeling is the same
So I'm a tell you
(you know what this song is about)
[Chrous:]
Shawty got gifts, gifts [x2]
Shawty got gifts, gifts [x2]
[Hook:]
Shawty got lips, shawty got hips
In the club shawty make a nigga wanna give tips
She climb up to the top
And down into a split
Shawty know how to make a body do tricks
[Verse 2:]
Shawty got gift, gifts, gifts
You know how to lick those
Lips, lips
You Gotta half a moon on them
Hips, hips
Shake your body down and then you
Dip, dip
I'm pulling out my cellphone
Flip, flip
You know I gotta sneak and take a pic, pic
Make a dude wanna spend his
Chips, Chips
I think I fell in love with a
Click, click, click, click
[Chorus:]
I say shawty got gifts, gifts
Shawty got gifts, gifts
Yea yea
Shawty got gifts, gifts
(she wakes up in the morning)
[Hook:]
Shawty got lips, shawty got hips
In the club shawty make a nigga wanna give tips
She climb up to the top
And down into a split
Shawty know how to make a body do tricks
Off in the club.
Off in the club
Show her some love
Show her some love... [x2]
[Verse 3:]
You ride your body like a
Whip, whip
I wanna ride around in
It, it
I wanna cruise the waves on ya
Ship, ship
But me don't want relationships
No...
Show me some love now
Off in the club, off in the club
Show her some love
Show her some love... [x2]
[Chorus:]
I say shawty got gifts, gifts, gifts... [x2]
Yea yea
Shawty got gifts, gifts
[Hook:]
Shawty got lips, shawty got hips
In the club shawty make a nigga wanna give tips
She climb up to the top
And down to a split
Shawty know how to make a body do tricks
Shawty got gifts
Knockout
Ray j knockout
That's what we do
That's the way of life

Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, staring at the window as the sunlight demands action. All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds. Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall, spent half the span of some lost culture's rise and fall, but I'm as clueless as a drooling four year old. Still hoping I might find the capacity to let you know I know you're lonely. So here's the last call for regrets, a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to. Here's the promises I've made, tied too tight to undo. An unwrapped gift from me to you. All the slightly insane on the 18 North Main, reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain, nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today. Like ";Hey, whatever happened to what's that guys' name?";, we get a little older and it looks the same: askance. Excuse my failing sense of humour. Here's the promises I've made; a razor blade and this broken piece of chain. A history left to rust out in the rain.

There's an imbalance with grave consequence
in this world, it doesn't make much fucking sense
We take from the poor just to give the rich more
The abuse that we've caused can't be ignored anymore
What's the point in lying? There's no use denying
It's not that we can't help them, we're not even trying
We spend more on soldiers, following orders
But there'd be no war if we'd forget our borders
So why, with all the gifts we have, are there still ones who cry?
What do we really have when half the world is living in shanty towns
and barely living day to day?
There's still 41,000 children starving every single day
Ahmet's never learned to read, books and schools are things he just cannot afford
while Michael's crying because cable's out and he's missing his favorite show
And while the people in the US scream the cost of oil is too fucking high
In the Middle East they're dying