Jas the Producer - Seasons (feat. Korban Baxter) Lyrics

Days bleed together like the wettest sheets of paper
Red, purple sage now I'm huffing in the vapor
So much bread now they know that I'm the baker
Know I smoke so loud I'm higher than sky scrapers
But I'm smoking louder than the voices
Sit inside my head and they makin poor choices
Amaranth redder than my red Rolls Royces
Got the demons in my bed and I'm sleepin' in the poisons, shit
Not a penny to my name
Bill collector callin' and they know I'm running game, yeah
So many pictures but you're never in the frame
Yeah, so many bitches but they'll never be the same, damn
Said he looking for reason
Money stayed long, bitches change like the seasons
Poems in my lungs, beautiful cohesion
So much ice, we dripping like bartesians, never stop
Damn, never stop

How could I forget the hate in her eye balls?
'Member takin out my fist from that dry wall
Shawty dipped too fast 'fore I could address it
Hope you grow to understand for we get to Heaven
Yeah, yeah
'Fore we get to Heaven

Yeah, yeah, yeah
As I'm sipping on my peanut butter whiskey
Fighting 'gainst the winter weather
Pray a nigga doesn't get tipsy
As a nigga getting old, hope my children get busy
'Cause my momma never raised a chump
Momma stay with me
And my baby momma drama with condoms and all that bullshit
Begging for some dollars and commas to make a fool rich
Now everybody talking shit 'cause I found love
And I lost it in an instant, 'cause a nigga f*cked up
Now I'm in a rut searching for my inner soul
Reaching in internal affairs like I'm in a poem
Focus on yourself and your wealth, that's the goal
And soon you'll find love so you niggas can elope, yeah
You gotta keep that hope