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The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket

I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't

40 Below

David Lee Roth

A Little Ain't Enough

1991

honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go

Call me forty below
An' I'll be whippin' in your window
I'll be lickin' round your knees
I can

Seasons

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

[Chorus]
"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics"
"Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play in the autumn, any

on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip

Seasons

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

in the summer
Play in the autumn
Any order"
"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange"
"Trees bright and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught 'em

is passing by

I will follow
Wherever you are
And I'll fall in

I was 18 you daydreamed I'd be a star
Making flights out to Hollywood, she my boulevard

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

The Spell of the Yukon

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

-- and I'm one.

You come to get rich (damned good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are

Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind

cold in the summer
How is it so cold in the summer
Better keep ya coat zipped up
It might be forty below
It might be forty below
Farenheight or Celcius

Seasons

Freshchest Affiliates

Head Nod Supremacy

[Chorus]
"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics"
"Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play in the autumn, any

Real Shit

Eric B. & Rakim

Classic

2003

like a whole pot of coffee 
Have you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40 

(Chorus) 
From the streets below to everything above 
To the heart that

Summer Sixteen

Drake

Summer Sixteen

2016

now
I'm out here

Looking for revenge
All summer sixteen
All summer sixteen
Playing dirty not clean
Out in front of Four Seasons
Looking like

You really think you know me
I do this all by my lonely
Only the people that know where you be at can hurt you so watch for yo homies
I’ll be in hell

the winter that i feel is year round in this hole
My season
Autumn for the melancholy
Winter for the depressed
Spring for the hopeful
Summer for the joyful

by Zegna, or YSL
Matchin' the Saint Laurents, I'm fly as hell
Hands in the air, the season of Nasir

(Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da)
The season

stuck down below hating while I'm going pro

I'm beatin' down his block with his opp, he don't like that (He don't like that)
I don't gotta cap in my

season
Summer time fine and i got the girls cheesing
They ain't believe it now i got em all believing
I been working hard got no time for sleeping
Came

This comeback episode, hold on shorty
Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow
And skinny mornings drop below
Sold my 40
To Northern Jordie

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

stunts
Young and I'm wildin', (?) try him
He'll call me Retch but your bitch call me Bryan
In Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin'
If you catch

She talk about me for a reason reason
Own my own designer shit I’m beast’ n
One convo fuck her over the weekend
40 belows Peracescos for the season
I

seasons of man
Who are born to the winter
And in summer lye dead
They introduce themselves as strangers and friends
Tell me have you ever met these seasons

road by myself 
The battles carry on 
For all the times I've been at war in my head Just thinking where I went wrong 
Now I could care less, truthfully