Apollo Brown - Seasons

{Intro}
Oooh baby, my baby, what you would be

{Verse 1: Stik Figa}
December winter with temper to bitter cold
Black ice, frozen, drizzling kiss the snow
Dead trees, dead dreams and all that you didn't know
All preserved in the words and the places you didn't go
It didn't grow, seed planted in the Arctic, praying for some sunlight
Bleeding for the harvest, praying fairtytales just retreating to the darkness
Suspend your disbelief and then you flee into the tar pit
Raised in the armpit of the country, it only made me hungry
Like rolling up the kush then developing the munchies
Keep it one hundred out east and keep it funky
In a fresh wardrobe, airing out the dirty laundry
Cause every word tawdry feeling awfully decent
Goes around comes around kinda like the seasons
Couldn't thaw my heart, can give you no reason
Goes around comes around
Kinda like the seasons

{Hook} x2
Rain, hail, sleet, snow
With the sun still shining, doesn't seem as cold

{Verse 2: Stik Figa}
Nothing can grow here, the heat is unforgiving
Arid landscape suffocates things from living
Years since rainfall, the drought is like a prison
No oasis to dream in the distance
I'm lacking vision, got religion, got the semi
I got provisions, got the system, got the Henny
Got off track calculate the cost of living
Now I'm lost in an island and never got the Emmy
Fending for myself, wishing for some help
Someone throw a bone, redistributing the wealth
Sweat's evaporating, it's consistent with the hell
Killed the spirit that I had, now I'm living with a shell
Heart on the lapel, can't think of any reason
To rock this damn sweater when I know it's out of season
When the sun sets, intensity increases
Goes around comes around
Kinda like the seasons

{Hook} x2