[Verse 1: Stik Figa] 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 Suspend your 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 it one hundred out east and keep it funky In a fresh wardrobe, airing out the dirty laundry Cause every word tawdry feeling awfully decent Goes around comes around kinda like the seasons Couldn't thaw my heart, can give you no reason Goes around comes around Kinda like the seasons
[Hook] x2 Rain, hail, sleet, snow With the sun still shining, doesn't seem as cold
[Verse 2: Stik Figa] Nothing can grow here, the heat is unforgiving Arid landscape suffocates things from living Years since rainfall, the drought is like a prison No oasis 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 cost of living Now I'm lost in an island and never got the Emmy Fending for myself, wishing for some help Someone throw a bone, redistributing the wealth Sweat's evaporating, it's consistent with the hell Killed the spirit that I had, now I'm living with a shell Heart 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, intensity increases Goes around comes around Kinda like the seasons