(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 Its major 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 a one hundred 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 seasonsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
