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letra de seasons - altered st8s of consciousness

[verse 1: lyfestile]

i met her in the cold of winter
older sister from virginia
old soul, said i had charisma
when i was jokin’ with her over dinner
next i’m in a relationship, bill wither’s greatest hits
i played it when conversatin’ with my lady friend, engaging in
nons-xual capacities i found her chast-ty to be respectable
she was intellectual, she made incredible steamed vegetables
professional, at the nine to five every day
even though there was snow outside she’d find a way
i took time to say she way special, maybe she was just a vessel
testin’ my threshold for pain cuz even though she stayed on my brain
she didn’t seem to feel the same, insane is what she called the rap game i was involved in
said it wasn’t my callin’ hot cauldron scaldin’ ice sculptures
her voluptuous structure was out of reach and her mother didn’t know how to speak
without cursin’ my name and ambition, i had visions of us livin’ in unison
she made a decision had me wishin’ i could turn back and do it again
i had to learn that to earn that jewel within i’d have to crack the ice
but she wasn’t actin’ right, i had a knack for writing poetry and prose
but she ignored me yo, the floor beneath me froze and i lost it
i ended up feelin’ frostbit fiendin’ for hot chocolate
lyfestile is back on the market

[hook: lyfestile & amene]

seasons change and mad things rearrange, new face new name but it’s the same game
seasons change and mad things rearrange, new face new name but it’s the same game

[verse 2: amene]

it was the spring of 2g when the earth appeared to me in a vison
the most beautifullest of god’s creations
her conversations were about her source of origin
her demeanor was calm, cool and cordial man
she said my flow increased her estrogen
i knew amene had to be the special man
to enhance the qualities in this specimen
physical attributes placed in provocative positions
vibes elevated to another dimension
take it slow yo, let’s be friends seen?
don’t wanna be hurt again. life has taught her some valuable lessons
about choosin’ the right reflection, from opposite s-x and no time for stressin’
her interplanetarian self she’s protectin’. peace boo, the sun is here to warm you not to harm you
i love to charm you, respect’s from my momma
treat you right, no need for the psychodrama
avoid the effects of karma. positive energy is what i bring
understand and overstand your role as my queen
shine your wisdom unto the king from spring to spring
year round brown sugar
blessin’ your ring finger to be glistening
i hope you’re listening, you be the spice girl, of life
my favorite time of seasoning…

[hook: lyfestile & amene]

seasons change and mad things rearrange, new face new name but it’s the same game
seasons change and mad things rearrange, new face new name but it’s the same game

[verse 3: lyfestile]

it was a hot july, i began to occupy my time
philosophising why concubines would try to compromise
their bodies like it ain’t no price to pay
i had a nice debate with this live from l.a. transplant
who maintained i had no right to say how she lived her nights and days
met her a club bounced to my hideaway right away. did she decide to stay?
yes, lost her lil’ dress put my weakness for the flesh to the test
i caressed her curves and addressed the urge to intense to express with words
yo i didn’t deserve it, but i couldn’t reverse it. she said she like my song
straight called me a wordsmith. it was worth it in the sense that we learn from experience
and neither one of us was innocent, then again she didn’t wanna settle
her mesh-ll ndegeocello bellowed from my speakers i tried to teach her
that most of these cats just wanna freak her i couldn’t reach her
we just agreed this couldn’t be love, just l-st with no trust
plus we soon fell out, she called me a hypocrite and told me “get the h-ll out.”
she used to yell out my name in a cold sweat. fed me rice and salmon croquettes
we should’ve focused on more meaningful discussions instead of the heat from spontaneous combustion
it’s like this

[hook: lyfestile & amene]

seasons change and mad things rearrange, new face new name but it’s the same game
seasons change and mad things rearrange, new face new name but it’s the same game

[outro cuts by mocha sunflower the rhythm goddess]

- altered st8s of consciousness

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