Artist: Apollo Brown f/ Stik Figa Album: The Reset Song: Seasons Typed by: vollevrijheid@hotmail.com *sample* oooh baby, my baby, what you would be (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 Its major 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 a one hundred out east and keep it funky And a fresh wardrobe (?) out the dirty laundry Cus every word (?) filling awfully decent Goes around comes around kinda like the seasons Couldn't felt my heart, can give you no reason Goes around comes around Kinda like the seasons (chorus X2) Rain, hell, sleep, snow With the sun still shining it doesn't seem this cold (Stik Figa) Nothing could grow here, the heat is unforgiven Every landscape suffocate, thanks for living Years is rainfall, the drought is like a prison No all aces 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 course to live it all Lost in an island and never got the Emmy Fiddling for myself, wishing for some help Someone threw a ball redistributing the wealth Sweats are evaporating, it's consistent with the hell Killed the spirit that I had now I'm living with a shell Hard 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 it tilts so many reasons Goes around comes around Kinda like the seasons (chorus X2)