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Seasons Change Video (MV)




Performed By: Paul Willis
Length: 1:33
Written by: Paul Willis




Paul Willis - Seasons Change Lyrics




What up God (What up God)
What up King (What up King)
What's the word, my brother
My brother is the key
What up God (What up God)
What up King (What up King)
What's the word, my brother
My brother is the key

Cold shoulders, colder winter
Used to be in the hood duckin' shells like Master Splinter
The taxes went up, product ain't moving like it should've
Damn the demand, and my hands ain't what it could've
And my rent next month is gon' to be a little higher
I'm dead, if I don't connect with my suppliers
The Starbucks and this boutique is gentrifying my block
White people snitching so my sales took a drop
I'm the last of a dying breed, my neighbors is eyeing me
Can't work, because my felony means they won't hire me
So what I'mma do, can't ball like Hammadou
Can't rap like a rhymer do, can't drive to deliver food
Consider my tools, if I had stayed in school, I'd be an engineer
Or maybe an accountant earning employee of the year
My fear is if I stand here long enough
I'm gon' die, or get locked, for not working hard enough

Stay up God (Stay up God)
Stay up King (Stay up King)
That's word, my brother
My brother is the key
Stay up God (Stay up God)
Stay up King (Stay up King)
That's word, my brother
My brother is the key
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What up God (What up God)
What up King (What up King)
What's the word, my brother
My brother is the key
What up God (What up God)
What up King (What up King)
What's the word, my brother
My brother is the key

Cold shoulders, colder winter
Used to be in the hood duckin' shells like Master Splinter
The taxes went up, product ain't moving like it should've
Damn the demand, and my hands ain't what it could've
And my rent next month is gon' to be a little higher
I'm dead, if I don't connect with my suppliers
The Starbucks and this boutique is gentrifying my block
White people snitching so my sales took a drop
I'm the last of a dying breed, my neighbors is eyeing me
Can't work, because my felony means they won't hire me
So what I'mma do, can't ball like Hammadou
Can't rap like a rhymer do, can't drive to deliver food
Consider my tools, if I had stayed in school, I'd be an engineer
Or maybe an accountant earning employee of the year
My fear is if I stand here long enough
I'm gon' die, or get locked, for not working hard enough

Stay up God (Stay up God)
Stay up King (Stay up King)
That's word, my brother
My brother is the key
Stay up God (Stay up God)
Stay up King (Stay up King)
That's word, my brother
My brother is the key
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