As the leaves turn to dust
and the sun cease to show/
Everything I thought I knew it’s like I/

Spotify rap just came out
I ain’t even looking yet
Thanksgiving just passed
I ain’t even cooking yet

A lot of people would tell you I touched a lot of people
so to sit here and tell you I do nada would lie to people/

But sometimes I feel like I can’t see eye to eye with people/
I ain’t idolizing people Im revitalizing people/

I made it out the ring, opposition wasn’t equal/
doesn’t kill you makes you stronger guess it really wasn’t lethal/

I don’t like social
But I’m a social butterfly
I think I’m too inquisitive
My favorite word is what and why
Was never satisfied with getting by.
Could you forgive a guy?/
Who left some folk,
so that he can fly by what he living by?/

No lie? The Climb been maximum I tend minimize and keep the focal point what I’m building so I’m incentivized/
Sometimes I take a peek at the mirror and look up in them eyes/
Consider it a miracle my spirit wasn’t winterized /

Well.
Then the temp dropped/
And it’s frost on the tint on my whip now
And my favorite tree looking like a stick house/
And depression and fatigue tryna stick out/

And while you holed up in ya home
Wanna send you a reminder that you not alone
Figured maybe this could lighten what you gotta hold
So I figured that I’d hit you with a winter song

Nigga this my winter song


As the leaves turn to dust
and the sun cease to show/
Everything I thought I knew it’s like I ummm…/
Cease to know/

What have I been holding that I need to let go?/

What I’ve been ignoring that I need to check for?/

What have I dismissed?
I should take a look again

thinking what I could’ve missed because I was a different man/

These are the things that exist in my head
They don’t say it over there
You can get with this instead
People around me keep me from jumping off the ledge/
Good friends stop the rumination running in my head/
Cuz What good is the plan if the vision isn’t shared?/
You ain’t Gotta know the how/
You can even do it scared.

Foundation keep a nigga even through the weird/

When I don’t know what to do I’m laying
cement on the stairs/

Know they pay attention I be speaking with my spirit/

Even if they don’t acknowledge and be creeping they can hear it/

Well.
Then the temp dropped/
And it’s frost on the tint on my whip now
And my favorite tree looking like a stick house/
And depression and fatigue tryna stick out/