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letra de seasons ep (prod. rzuma) - c.rou

spring

flowers sproutin, i’m out here catchin bellsprout
been a minute since i seen the sun right by phil’s house
spit in front ill crowds, watch the sun come quick, avoidin all types of conflict (yeah)

i’m feelin great, feel the breeze and the b-ss
these degrees are my taste, better than the sun blazin
reminiscin on the days we was kids in the basements
bean bag layin, dream chasin, feet achin from runnin

always liked the green gr-ss more than indoors since a youngin
i try to stay humble but i’m a sucka for the money
with the bees makin honey, spread the pollen, plants for prosper
cookin pasta, student life, march through april may be nice
the 3 months before june
eating lunch we bringin food
finna share it with the crew
no attention to the news
fuck a trump clinton race
fuck some shit i didn’t say
spittin verses til i got some lobster
on my dinnerplate

fuckin up for sinner’s sake
enjoy the greenery, the leaves have come back enjoy the scenery
the way them bees knees be the keys to growin seeds and beat root
take 2

buy a whole bag of beats/beets and then i cook em in the stu/stew
buy a whole bag of beats/beets and then i cook em in the stu/stew

am i talkin bout the booth or am i talking bout the food
ill leave that one up to u
…
yeah wattup homies, we all caught in
motion, sippin mixin up the toxic potions
but we dont give a fuck cuz we got reasons for toastin
got that drank and we coastin, vision slow motion
rollin pullin up to beaches slowly right by the ocean
scopin and focused, if we get sunburnt, i’ll bring the lotion
but the uv low in spring, so you know it’s no worries
it’s all cool, we over the winter, it’s no hurry

cuz it’s a new year
its a new season
cuz it’s a new year
its a new season

summer

in the topdown yeah
in the topdown yeah

uh
drinks coolin, take a brew we on the beach
crack the shit, sip slow, call this life a masterpiece
sriracha chicken on the stove it’s gettin japanese
whippin salads with the feta cheese, man, shoutout to greece

i’m with the birds and the bees
spurrin words over beats while i catch a little breeze in the sunshine

ahhhh the summer winds driftin
brooklyn ipa sippin
feelin based like i’m trippin

slayin beats in my freetime got me feelin masochistic
picnics and seared steaks give me hella epiphanies
summertime been the favorite since the beginnin of history

get smoked like the hickory
no time to waste, lickety split
heavenly gifted, puff herbs, postin up in florida on the keys, sunrisin on the eastside first

read my verse
and get inspired
85 degrees, still in denial
cuz this shit burnin hotter than a motha fuckin fire
beach volleyball, whippin with no top
smooth like olive oil
this that kinda shit that keep me young
cali ridin westcoastin, we was smokin on that …

i burn up
the og
sunrays so holy
like halos
above me
pesos and cool drinks
grapefruits in my fucking cup
uppercut the game, switchin lanes on these suckas
suck a d-ck, if you like the cold

that ain’t how i get down
homie sit down, let me spit bout the summer quick
i’m sippin gin now
in the top down
life is good without the windows, wow
one mo time
life so good in the topdown

fall

i don’t like the fall too much…

& i don’t like the fall too much
seems like everybody just argue too much
about stupid shit
everybody doubtin me too, me too, like who the kid?

verse
well, back to the weather
it’s sweaterseason
candy schemin, halloween and leaves up on the ground
that i be sweepin
and jump inside the pile
my hot cocoa cup…fill it up
light the pine
pain inside
like cyanide
enlightened i
take a step back
summertime i spent too much money now my
checks bad
another day another setback
at least my plays takin off like a jetpack
but ain’t makin dough thoguh
no bread in my oven
i’m fightin with my own mind about gettin up and even just doin somethin
fuckin chores, just addin up like my laundry pile
oh fuck
i still gotta do my laundry pile

enterin seasons of deep depression
denmark already greyer than my grandma hair that shit’s a deathwish
only golden vibe i get’s the one that’s on my necklace
i ain’t doin shit these days, so i don’t need a checklist

for all these foul apples, need a breathmint
pecanpies and stuffin in the turkey, i will go for
seconds
wither like summer when it’s september
hopelessly strollin through the rain, fuck this weather man

& i don’t like the fall too much
seems like everybody just argue too much
about stupid shit
everybody doubtin me too, like who the kid?

winter

it’s a cold day
it’s a snowday
lookin for the spring for the rosé
it’s a cold day
it’s a snowday
lookin for the spring for the rosé

lights flickerin, i’m tongue twist gigglin
gone off the herbals cuz outside the breeze is shiverin
snow all on the floor, icy doors on the whip
the baileys keep me warm inside, so i take another sip

wishlist expandin, it’s a part of my existence
and among the frost you hear bells jingle in the distance
never understood how people like it in the frigid
i’ma post up by the fire place and spark the incense

face pale like birch barks, yo, i’m feelin icy stiff
light the piff, and if ya get my jist, we gon be kickin it

we livingless, elements, hibernatin through the winter
i like my nights light but tonight i ignite the candles quicker
keep the sweaters on, pjs got 3 white adidas stripes up on em

pour a cup of hot cocoa, shit’s nice and warmin
feel the sickness callin, coughin, contemplatin
problem facin, god or satan, conscious hatin on the snow
doubt myself about the past and where i wanna go

people talk about the weather all day i let em know
just how i feel
rapping
’bout the sound of climate and it’s real
miss the days of bike ridin and my shawty wearin heels
poppin pills
for the sickness
considerin my sentences
cinnamon roastin nuts, but my mind is in a different system

rhymes gettin sicker
gone off the liquor

it’s a cold day
it’s a snowday
lookin for the spring for the rosé
every day is a cold day
every day is a snowday
yeah

fast forward towards tourin the globe
new day new season, either way we gon blow
did this shit just spill out some feelings
another year of every season, throughout each we gon k!ll it

and that’s real

soul surf society be the deal
2017 how u feel

rzuma with all these tasty -ss beats

it’s a cold day
it’s a snowday
lookin for the spring for the rosé

- c rou

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