a blind eye, I choose my path again This season we called winter has abandoned me Filth flows on ground, the river runs with ease Same war is lost every
on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a odd
dollars just to shine my hundred spokes Coke with the Hennesey tends to be the remedy Family and friends to me Everyone pretends to be kin to me I can
doin' 90 'cause I wanna I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai mixed with some indonesia watch me fly And even though I know the cops behind me
I'm into you Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie Better yet to watch you climb into the jacuzzi
with my chain on, my watch and pinky ring on I hustle hard for this shit take a look at what I got [Chorus:] Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though
there I'm exhausted from ballin' Winter, spring Summer and fall And (Winter, spring, summer) I'm exhausted from ballin' (Oh, yeah) Winter, spring Summer and fall
yet to come. Breathe new life into this hollow cage. A heart that's left undone. The grief of a fallen legion, A winterscape painted red with blood. Watch
and bring my boy back to me again? Oh oh oh.... I watched them sail from the rocks below me, 'Twas like the sea in its endless rage, Many fall on the
was filled with wonder I felt the warm wind blow I must explore the boundaries Transcend the depth of winter's snow Innocence caressing me I never
with wonder I felt the warm wind blow I must explore the boundaries Transcend the depth of winter's snow Innocence caressing me I never felt so
filled with wonder I felt the warm wind blow I must explore the boundaries Transcend the depths of winter's snow Innocence caressing me I never felt
behind the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door While the winter sings: "Your love will be the death of me
the crimson door While the summer is killed by the fall alive Behind the crimson door while the winter sings: Your love will be the death of me Death
drop 50 I don't like playin, niggaz can't stick me Niggaz can not jam me, niggaz can't get me Slimmy at the Rucka wanna leave and spend with me I consistantly
