аполло браун и стик фигга - сезончики | Текст песни

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december winter with temper to bitter cold.
black ice frozen drizzling kiss the snow. dead trees, dead dreams and all that 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. It's major disbelief and then yu free into the tar pit. Raised in the armpit of the country, it only made me hungry. Like rolling up the kush then developing the muncheis. Keep a one hunger out east and keep it funky. and a fresh wardrobe out the dirty laundry. cus every word filling awfully decent. Goes around comes around kinda like the seasons. Couldn't felt my heart, can give you no reason. Goes around comes around kinda like the seasons.
(chorus)
rain,hell,sleep,snow with sun still shining it doesn't seem this cold.
(stik Figa)
nothing could grow here, the heat is unforgiven. Every landscape suffocate, thanks for living . Years is rainfall, the drought is like a prison. No all aces to dream in the distance. I'm lacking vision, got the system, got the Henny.
Got off track calculate the cource to live it all.
Lost in an island and never got the Emmy. Fiddling for myself, wishing for some help. Someone threw a ball redistributing the wealth. Sweats are evaporating, it's consistent with the hell. Killed the spirit that i had now . I'm living with a shell. hard 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 it tilts so many resons. Goes around comes around. kinda like the seasons.

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