Seasons (feat. Stik Figa)

Oooh baby, my baby, what you would be
 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
 Rain, hell, sleep, snow
 With the sun still shining it doesn't seem this cold
 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