Apollo Brown, Stik Figa — 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