Seasons

[Verse 1: Akin Yai]
New Year's Eve (Year's Eve) and we got hopes
Addicts of the count... down but we not dopes
10's for the plenty of friends I lost when
My 9 lives came to a head, I lost 8 (Ate)
7 days outta my time. I'm all weak (Speak)
Cliché melody rhymes—that's not me
6 millions ways to die. I choose run
5-finger-fuckin' myself, I just ahh
It feels good being detached from old girl
It feels good reading these raps to cold world
Afeni did birth that son—that's so pearl
So skinny chick, nurse thyself but don't hurl
Life is what you make it—no dream
Patrick hold your head but don't scream
Make sure to take those meds—you're no fiend
Just try to out your head from those things
January, February, March through spring
Summertime shine and, yes, we do bling
On the road to fail or cusp of big tings
See, it really don't matter, mama. I must sing
But August burns red, so kid'll get fed
Leaving side effects, swallow it—bloodshed

[Hook: Akin Yai]
Up, then we go down and out
Up, then we go down and out
Up, then we go down and out
Up, then we go down and out
Out, out

[Verse 2: Akin Yai]
I don't belong here. I don't belong there
God is the new crack, so I say no to prayer
A little self will—it might take you far
But if a nigga fall, I know who I are
I'm that young bull who came a long way
On your radio. Let my song play
I'm that young bull who came a long way
We missed the boat, yes. Return someday
For now, dance with me. But no damn Britney
Bald head losing, both leg cruising
That's broke man's stride. Amazing how I wrote
Watching color clash the glass like kaleidoscope
You think it's beautiful? But no Fabio
A work of art—go, go Caravaggio
So schizo—sorta like Lithgow
When Raising Cain, raw, clas-sick flow
Time to show and prove
Oh you thought was fluke?
Well alrighty, then. I'm still the fuckin' truth
Out the booth 'cause they was screaming help
But I don't need a cape (Why?)—fly by myself
Just a quick reminder that we was never wrong
To follow intuition that led us back home
"We'll make 'em see it shit," said my friend Ubong
Look, I'm just tryna eat. They're going ham, huh?
October sane, then November rain
Oh, so soft. Zoloft ease the pain

[Hook: Akin Yai]
Up, then we go down and out
Up, then we go down and out
Up, then we go down and out
Up, then we go down and out
Out, out