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letra de seasonal - loer velocity

loer velocity – “seasonal”
[emcee(s): loer velocity]
[producer(s): all those m-th- f-ckin’ reasons (aka prince be)]
[hook/vocals: [?]]

[hook: [?] and (loer velocity)]
winter, spring, summer, fall
winter, spring, summer, fall

[verse 1: loer velocity]
little syeda. got to meet her in an hour
i met her in the spring. she’s my potted sunflower
and, like the morning dew that sits, we drip infatuation
loving what we’re loving—no need for complications
our relations, as it stands, needs no helping hands
all we needs are park benches and lemonade stands
some ice would suffice for that chill on the rocks
i’ll be tickling her socks while she plays in my locks
a little ways from the docks. the view’s for sore eyes
syeda’s, herself, top prize for all guys
no more tryers—finally. the wild has been waiting
her chast-ty belt capacity has been sedated
now we’re related to summertime’s climbing humidity
i know that it’ll be going down in that book of symmetry
‘cause, intimately, we let our soul selves combine
syeda says i’m hot like blown speakers from behind
i unwind to make time for convo’s sake
and just to see syeda smile and wipe the sweat off her brow
significantly others by these very words stated
there’s light on the horizon like sunshine when it’s waiting

[hook: [?] and (loer velocity)]
winter, spring, summer, fall
(seven days a week, twenty-four hours long)
winter, spring, summer, fall
(seven days a week, twenty-four hours long)

[verse 2: loer velocity]
little syeda. it’s almost time to meet her
relaxing at the maxing spot, sipping on one-liters
of schweppes ginger ale. i took the veil off perseverance
i see her clearance but peep miss interference
autumn was her name. she set aflame my chest organ
steadily walking while i’m hawking, wanting to stick my fork in
was talking out loud, yet whispered, “come and get it”
i told her ‘bout my world—and, no, syeda’s not omitted
but autumn seems committed herself to persistence
and my resistance seems like it needed backbone insistence
for instance, realms of utopia were hard to leave as
we frolicked and then raked a piled of multicolored leaves
would you believe that ease was autumn’s state of mind when
i told her, “we’ll relate at a later date in time, friend
a later date we’ll find.” then, from an optic point of view
plus, with the way her verbals fell, how could i misconstrue?
her foot size fit the shoe, pillow-talking the night through
about how the moon revolves and why skies seem blue
i realized us two must stimulate future’s fate
autumn’s multicoloreds had my sight in sedate

[hook: [?] and (loer velocity)]
winter, spring, summer, fall
(seven days a week, twenty-four hours long)
winter, spring, summer, fall
(seven days a week, twenty-four hours long)

[verse 3: loer velocity]
as november winds are rustling the leaves on mother earth
i’m covering turf, thinking ‘bout relationships’ worth
“to people, there’s none equal to syeda”’s what i thought
to what i took for granted as a sport got me caught
between miss intervene and my sunflower queen
but my disposition’s cool as winter sunshowers seem
so composure’s maintained. redirected my aim
give it the cold shoulder if ever came up her name, but do i
game or be gamed? lie or be lied to?
the only thing i’ve gained is a name and a slide-through
if i tried to, i could weather the storm. the only
problems that i have are the only i can form. my un-
-conditional norm was made frigid as the temperature
should have thought of autumn frigid state before i entered her
there’s not a center of overcast when you’re with -ss
how long does wind chill factor season usually last? it’s now
half past. are quick, fast the moves that i make as
i’m murking down while burton winter blues in my face. i’ll put
the groove in my pace so my steps are on time. i got
a whole mind when i see her. d-mn, i miss syeda

[hook: [?] and (loer velocity)]
winter, spring, summer, fall
(seven days a week, twenty-four hours long)
winter, spring, summer, fall
(seven days a week, twenty-four hours long)
winter, spring, summer, fall
(seven days a week, twenty-four hours long)
winter, spring, summer, fall

[outro: loer velocity]
nah, yo, for real, yo. yo, she was like, “i, i love you. you love me back.” hehehehehe

- loer velocity

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