Homeboy Sandman, Edan - Grim Seasons lyrics

The trees barren the black ice hazardous
Snow storm slowin’ up the ambulance
Ain’t had gloves
Hands fatten when I step inside
Eyes runny nose teary-eyed
Steam rise at the wound
Ancient cultures used to think
It was a spirit
Shelters competition is furious
Think fast, point looked after
Cold hard facts
Colder with the wind chill factor
Characters, be their guests
You can’t see their eyes
But you can see their breath
God-willing, God-forbidden
Good riddance to the frostbitten
No heroes below zero
Dark times, ain’t too much light
Sundown early, too much night
Cold hearts, cold stares, dead
When it’s raining it’s the
Perfect time for cryin’
When there’s plenty flowers growin’
To pick for decoration at the showin’
It’s the perfect time for dyin’
Nothing is black and white it’s all gray
Congestion in the street and in your sinus
The morning mist
The mourning and the misguided
Unclaimed, under spring showers
Spring forward through
Like you might lose more than an hour
Danger son, nahmean?
When people start to see the green
You know it changes 'em
The birds and the bees return
Unsupervised seeds learn the birds and
Bees and take turns
The time when the life starts
The fact is that it won’t stay
It starts with a cryin', March
And ends with uncertainty, May

Is downstairs
Drinkin’ and smokin’ and cussin’
And fussin’ and fightin’
Talkin’ to their kids like they grown ups
Now his daughter and son turn
Have a outburst, catch a sunburn
Never mind their tan
These fumes is too obnoxious
Somebody come and get this trash
Mosquitoes out to get me
Everything including the trigger
Finger is itchy
Hot tempers for who lookin’ the wrong way
Everyday is gonna be a long day
Humans, check try to never let em summon
Sweat when their soul humid
A toddler’s locked in the backseat, baking
Mother’s somewhere pacing
Mother nature packs heat
Some will kill, some will
Die, some will suffer, summer
Heroes fall, yep
It's gettin' too chilly for playin’ ball
Easy there fellow
You might start to spurt red
If you’re too yellow
Especially if you’re brown
Slow it down, take it slow
You don’t wanna make the mistake
Of steppin’ on a rake while cats
Is trying to rake in dough
And prove that they’re the hardest
During harvest freezin’
Put your hands up regardless of
If you have questions
School of hard knocks back in session
Stomach’s growlin’ while the wind is howlin’
Everybody’s lyin’, everything is dyin’
The hollow me, shit is spooky
You ain’t gotta wait ‘til Halloween