seasonal depression (intro) Video (MV)

Sunset earlier and the air get colder
Need a little heat so i'm down in hell roaming
Blunt guts skunk must loving the aroma
Oil in the blunt if the weed less potent
Imma take the road less traveled less chosen
I was 17 when the whip got stolen
Gun to my head dumb nigga shoulda blown it
Now im finna wake the city up like folgers

Hahaha
Coming off top, no pen no pad
"How you rap like that? "they ask
How you know what words to use?
How you know what verbs to choose?
In house studio with no booth
Only one rule, "f*ck one blunt roll two"
Blowing out the speakers bumping old tunes
Nights get long and the days get shorter
Bout the same time that the pain get bolder