Lyrics:
The fields are ripe
It's the springtime of my life
Seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any
Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season
Something in the air, it must be twerk season
'Cause they dancin', dancin', for no reason
flow in my veins
In my Yeezy Adidas and I'm still running from fame
A lot of men to recover, a lot of money to gain
Double M in this bitch, like Troy
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
take them down one by one
We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around
Let the seasons begin, it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin,
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
kids speakin' 'cause it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin' us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin' my own mind state
Days go by slowly
I never know wholly
I see what you owe me
You never realize
That everything changes
And everything moves
And nothing is as it
my hand and lead me as you choose
It seems we ain't got much to lose
Give this place one season without shame
Forgive me Lord I've sinned again
I
Oh, written in the stars, a million miles away
A message to the main oh, oh, oh
Seasons come and go but I will never change
And I am on my way
Days go by slowly
I never know wholly
I see what you owe me
You never realize
That everything changes
And everything moves
And nothing is as it
the dead of the night boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
The beef escalate,
Welcome welcome
Stuntin season
Everyday stuff for us you know
I go by many guapo by the way
All my niggas foreign gear
Riding benz
We do it big
Many times I've been told by the wise and the old
Something good I'm supposed to remember
If my first love I'll found in, in the warm of July
my Charger with his nine beam
Remind Sneed that coke ain't what you need homie
Rest in peace to all y'all pussies that was hating on me
I got a head
On a Christmas night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
[Chorus:]
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're
Well, hello, Mr soul
I dropped by, to pick up a reason
For a thought that I caught
That my head was the event of the season
I am proud just a trace
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
The Aphelliates, nigga (pay attention)
(Trapaholics)
We makin' it easy
Uh-huh (Holiday Season)
Uh-huh, yo
Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne
thought, "It don't matter
'Cause it's the holiday season"
And you fill such a big empty space
And I laid down beside you
And I wanted your lovin'
'Cause
my diamonds be dancin' dont really care bout the cut
You know im grindin' like crazy
Dat 45 by my gut
Ski mask give it up
I milly walk cuz im buck
I
A time for lovers to celebrate.
I'm gonna ding dong you merrily on high
Because this is the season for giving!
(Give it to me baby, give it to me baby)
eye on me
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep
gettin' it by herself
Dancin' in the clubs, sellin' off some pounds
She even do taxes when the season come around
She had a dream like Martin to get up out
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