[Chorus: Jimetta Rose]

I do not mind the summer breeze

Except if it wasn't for those minty winter leaves

Cold as December when it enters me, instantly

I felt the spring as if I'm filled with birds and bees

To tell the truth, I do not mind the autumn, y'all

I felt the rain on crumbled leaves and watched them crawl

Hot as July, I found it hard to pause, all of y'all

I wonder which one you would want to wanna call

If you could conjure all the seasons

If you can control all the seasons

Would you recycle them like re-runs

Or leave 'em freedom?

What are your reasons?

Spring, winter, summer, fall

[Verse 1: Blu]

Yeah, uh, through the valleys in the shadows of death

I half-step off the sidewalk to catch my breath

While they glorify thoughts that immortalize chalk

I jog life through cemeteries where mortifieds walk

Took the hawk out, feed it chicken hearts when it's dark out

Parked at a dark spot where have-nots talk loud about

Anything sinking under the sun

Converse mind never spotless, died a hundred-and-one

Saw a child without his shoes tied run with a gun

Yelling back at one, saying all he wanted was fun

"Where's The Love" touched the dial and the crowd went wild

When the hand hit the three and the nine, time smiled

And I glanced at it, I saw an old man dance frantic

"Ain’t No Half Steppin'" was playing out a van, blasting

It was tragic when the magic in the city left

Good thing the people by the sea kept plenty depth

Some say they would throw a bottle of wishes

Out to the fishes who presented it as visions to the other side

I never swam that far

But I saw the same results casting calls at falling stars

Started from the tippy, the people from the city sang country tunes

And humbly dipped the humpty under drunken moons

A buffoon used to gamble his jewels to pay dues

His hand was so hot, he thought that every month was June

[Chorus: Jimetta Rose]

I do not mind the summer breeze

Except if it wasn't for those minty winter leaves

Cold as December when it enters me, instantly

I felt the spring as if I'm filled with birds and bees

To tell the truth, I do not mind the autumn, y'all

I felt the rain on crumbled leaves and watched the crawl

Hot as July, I found it hard to pause, all of y'all

I wonder which one you would want to wanna call

If you can conjure all the seasons

If you can control all the seasons

Would you recycle them like re-runs

Or leave 'em freedom?

What are your reasons?

Spring, winter, summer, fall

[Verse 2: Blu]

Aiyyo, my man took a flag out the moon and made a cape

Gave away Saturn's rings to Venus and changed space

Told philosophers, "The heart ain't a stone, it's a ruby"

Every beat it made turned to compliments and precious jewelry

And the world rained diamonds simultaneous

The homeless were the only ones who knew of the engagement

I sat and sang hymns on a empty stage, faded

Woke up the next morning on a crystallized pavement

Wondering where the day went, golden gates sent down an angel

Who told me to hear the secrets I didn’t know I was holding

That moment, rap slogans were quoted just like scriptures

Rich folk went broke and spent the night with us

I invited my niggas to rock tuxes at the function

Bebop was transformed to boom bap production

It was true that the subject reminded me of someone

Her face kept changing from one to another one

I added all my numbers up and counted out a blessing

Equated life’s lessons, subtracting my transgression

Rested on a mountain where a woman ran naked

Heard the last call right before they played my man's record

At last, we were headed to a place more familiar

The eyes opened so wide to Earth, they could fill up

I took a picture of her with her hair up in a rainbow

And when I finally met her, I just asked her why she changed so

[Chorus: Jimetta Rose]

I do not mind the summer breeze

Except if it wasn't for those minty winter leaves

Cold as December when it enters me, instantly

I felt the spring as if I'm filled with birds and bees

To tell the truth, I do not mind the autumn, y'all

I felt the rain on crumbled leaves and watched them crawl

Hot as July, I found it hard to pause, all of y'all

I wonder which one you would want to wanna call

If you can conjure all the seasons

If you can control all the seasons

Would you recycle them like re-runs

Or leave 'em freedom?

What are your reasons?

Spring, winter, summer, fall