Seasons EP - Intellectual

SPRING

Flowers sproutin, I’m out here catchin bellsprout

Been a minute since I seen the sun right by phil’s house

Spit in front ill crowds, watch the sun come quick, avoidin all types of conflict (yeah)

I’m feelin great, feel the breeze and the bass

These degrees are my taste, better than the sun blazin

Reminiscin on the days we was kids in the basements

Bean bag layin, dream chasin, feet achin from runnin

Always liked the green grass more than indoors since a youngin

I try to stay humble but I'm a sucka for the money

With the bees makin honey, spread the pollen, plants for prosper

Cookin pasta, student life, march through april may be nice

The 3 months before june

Eating lunch we bringin food

Finna share it with the crew

No attention to the news

Fuck a trump clinton race

Fuck some shit I didn’t say

Spittin verses til I got some lobster

On my dinnerplate

Fuckin up for sinner’s sake

Enjoy the greenery, the leaves have come back enjoy the scenery

The way them bees knees be the keys to growin seeds and beat root

Take 2

BUY A WHOLE BAG OF BEATS/BEETS AND THEN I COOK EM IN THE STU/STEW

AM I TALKIN BOUT THE BOOTH OR AM I TALKING BOUT THE FOOD

ILL LEAVE THAT ONE UP TO U

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Yeah wattup homies, we all caught in

Motion, sippin mixin up the toxic potions

But we dont give a fuck cuz we got reasons for toastin

Got that drank and we coastin, vision slow motion

Rollin pullin up to beaches slowly right by the ocean

Scopin and focused, if we get sunburnt, I’ll bring the lotion

But the UV low in spring, so you know it's no worries

It’s all cool, we over the winter, it’s no hurry

CUZ IT’S A NEW YEAR

ITS A NEW SEASON

CUZ IT’S A NEW YEAR

ITS A NEW SEASON

SUMMER

In the topdown yeah

Drinks coolin, take a brew we on the beach

Crack the shit, sip slow, call this life a masterpiece

Sriracha chicken on the stove it’s gettin japanese

Whippin salads with the feta cheese, man, shoutout to greece

I’m with the birds and the bees

Spurrin words over beats while I catch a little breeze in the sunshine

Ahhhh the summer winds driftin

Brooklyn IPA sippin

Feelin based like I’m trippin

Slayin beats in my freetime got me feelin masochistic

Picnics and seared steaks give me hella epiphanies

Summertime been the favorite since the beginnin of history

Get smoked like the hickory

No time to waste, lickety split

Heavenly gifted, puff herbs, postin up in floRIDA On the keys, sunrisin on the eastside first

Read my verse

And get inspired

85 degrees, still in denial

Cuz this shit burnin hotter than a motha fuckin fire

Beach volleyball, whippin with no top

Smooth like olive oil

This that kinda shit that keep me young

Cali ridin westcoastin, we was smokin on that ...

I burn up

The OG

Sunrays so holy

Like halos

Above me

Pesos and cool drinks

Grapefruits in my fucking cup

Uppercut the game, switchin lanes on these suckas

Suck a dick, if you like the cold

That ain't how I get down

Homie sit down, let me spit bout the summer quick

I'm sippin gin now

In the top down

Life is good without the windows, wow

One mo time

Life so good in the topdown

FALL

I don’t like the fall too much…

& I don’t like the fall too much

Seems like everybody just argue too much

About stupid shit

Everybody doubtin me too, me too, like who the kid?

VERSE

Well, back to the weather

It’s sweaterseason

Candy schemin, halloween and leaves up on the ground

That I be sweepin

And jump inside the pile

My hot cocoa cup…fill it up

Light the pine

Pain inside

Like cyanide

Enlightened I

Take a step back

Summertime I spent too much money now my

Checks bad

Another day another setback

At least my plays takin off like a jetpack

But ain’t makin dough thoguh

No bread in my oven

I’m fightin with my own mind about gettin up and even just doin somethin

Fuckin chores, just addin up like my laundry pile

Oh fuck

I still gotta do my laundry pile

Enterin seasons of deep depression

Denmark already greyer than my grandma hair that shit’s a deathwish

Only golden vibe I get’s the one that’s on my necklace

I ain’t doin shit these days, so I don’t need a checklist

For all these foul apples, need a breathmint

Pecanpies and stuffin in the turkey, I will go for

Seconds

Wither like summer when it's september

Hopelessly strollin through the rain, fuck this weather man

& I don’t like the fall too much

Seems like everybody just argue too much

About stupid shit

Everybody doubtin me too, like who the kid?

WINTER

It’s a cold day

It’s a snowday

Lookin for the spring for the rosé

It’s a cold day

It’s a snowday

Lookin for the spring for the rosé

Lights flickerin, I’m tongue twist gigglin

Gone off the herbals cuz outside the breeze is shiverin

Snow all on the floor, icy doors on the whip

The baileys keep me warm inside, so I take another sip

Wishlist expandin, it’s a part of my existence

And among the frost you hear bells jingle in the distance

Never understood how people like it in the frigid

I’ma post up by the fire place and spark the incense

Face pale like birch barks, yo, I’m feelin icy stiff

Light the piff, and if ya get my jist, we gon be kickin it

We livingless, elements, hibernatin through the winter

I like my nights light but tonight I ignite the candles quicker

Keep the sweaters on, PJs got 3 white adidas stripes up on em

Pour a cup of hot cocoa, shit's nice and warmin

Feel the sickness callin, coughin, contemplatin

Problem facin, god or satan, conscious hatin on the snow

Doubt myself about the past and where I wanna go

People talk about the weather all day I let em know

Just how I feel

Rapping

'bout the sound of climate and it’s real

Miss the days of bike ridin and my shawty wearin heels

Poppin pills

For the sickness

Considerin my sentences

Cinnamon roastin nuts, but my mind is in a different system

Rhymes gettin sicker

Gone off the liquor

It’s a cold day

It’s a snowday

Lookin for the spring for the rosé

Every day is a cold day

Every day is a snowday

Yeah

Fast forward towards tourin the globe

New day new season, either way we gon blow

Did this shit just spill out some feelings

Another year of every season, throughout each we gon kill it

And that’s real

SOUL SURF SOCIETY BE THE DEAL

2017 HOW U FEEL

RZUMA WITH ALL THESE TASTY ASS BEATS

It’s a cold day

It’s a snowday

Lookin for the spring for the rosé