Seasonal

Lyrics

Loer Velocity - "Seasonal" [Emcee(s): Loer Velocity] [Producer(s): All Those Mutha Fuckin' Reasons (AKA Prince Be)] [Hook/Vocals: [?]] [Hook: [?] and (Loer Velocity)] Winter, spring, summer, fall Winter, spring, summer, fall [Verse 1: Loer Velocity] Little Syeda. Got to meet her in an hour I met her in the spring. She's my potted sunflower And, like the morning dew that sits, we drip infatuation Loving what we're loving—no need for complications Our relations, as it stands, needs no helping hands All we needs are park benches and lemonade stands Some ice would suffice for that chill on the rocks I'll be tickling her socks while she plays in my locks A little ways from the docks. The view's for sore eyes Syeda's, herself, top prize for all guys No more tryers—finally. The wild has been waiting Her chastity belt capacity has been sedated Now we're related to summertime's climbing humidity I know that it'll be going down in that book of symmetry 'Cause, intimately, we let our soul selves combine Syeda says I'm hot like blown speakers from behind I unwind to make time for convo's sake And just to see Syeda smile and wipe the sweat off her brow Significantly others by these very words stated There's light on the horizon like sunshine when it's waiting [Hook: [?] and (Loer Velocity)] Winter, spring, summer, fall (Seven days a week, twenty-four hours long) Winter, spring, summer, fall (Seven days a week, twenty-four hours long) [Verse 2: Loer Velocity] Little Syeda. It's almost time to meet her Relaxing at the maxing spot, sipping on one-liters Of Schweppes ginger ale. I took the veil off perseverance I see her clearance but peep Miss Interference Autumn was her name. She set aflame my chest organ Steadily walking while I'm hawking, wanting to stick my fork in Was talking out loud, yet whispered, "Come and get it" I told her 'bout my world—and, no, Syeda's not omitted But Autumn seems committed herself to persistence And my resistance seems like it needed backbone insistence For instance, realms of utopia were hard to leave as We frolicked and then raked a piled of multicolored leaves Would you believe that ease was Autumn's state of mind when I told her, "We'll relate at a later date in time, friend A later date we'll find." Then, from an optic point of view Plus, with the way her verbals fell, how could I misconstrue? Her foot size fit the shoe, pillow-talking the night through About how the moon revolves and why skies seem blue I realized us two must stimulate future's fate Autumn's multicoloreds had my sight in sedate [Hook: [?] and (Loer Velocity)] Winter, spring, summer, fall (Seven days a week, twenty-four hours long) Winter, spring, summer, fall (Seven days a week, twenty-four hours long) [Verse 3: Loer Velocity] As November winds are rustling the leaves on Mother Earth I'm covering turf, thinking 'bout relationships' worth "To people, there's none equal to Syeda"'s what I thought To what I took for granted as a sport got me caught Between Miss Intervene and my sunflower queen But my disposition's cool as winter sunshowers seem So composure's maintained. Redirected my aim Give it the cold shoulder if ever came up her name, but do I Game or be gamed? Lie or be lied to? The only thing I've gained is a name and a slide-through If I tried to, I could weather the storm. The only Problems that I have are the only I can form. My un- -conditional norm was made frigid as the temperature Should have thought of Autumn frigid state before I entered her There's not a center of overcast when you're with ass How long does wind chill factor season usually last? It's now Half past. Are quick, fast the moves that I make as I'm murking down while Burton winter blues in my face. I'll put The groove in my pace so my steps are on time. I got A whole mind when I see her. Damn, I miss Syeda [Hook: [?] and (Loer Velocity)] Winter, spring, summer, fall (Seven days a week, twenty-four hours long) Winter, spring, summer, fall (Seven days a week, twenty-four hours long) Winter, spring, summer, fall (Seven days a week, twenty-four hours long) Winter, spring, summer, fall [Outro: Loer Velocity] Nah, yo, for real, yo. Yo, she was like, "I, I love you. You love me back." Hehehehehe