What the Seasons Change Hilltop Hoods

[Verse 1: Pressure]
I once knew this man who was cursed from birth
Destined to stagger throughout life just to earn his worth
In one turn of the earth this story takes its place
Upon the summer shores of nowhere the place that he makes
His home, he returns alone from a long day
Having lost his job and soon his house and fiancé
The wrong way to turn was the path that he took
He pissed his savings up the wall and on the grass he was hooked
The past that he took for granted had messed with his sight
See he missed the finer points such as lessons in life
It was his wed-to-be wife that brought the cool in his heart
And by the time the autumn came, things were falling apart
Things were falling apart
Things were falling apart
Things were falling apart

[Verse 2: Pressure]
So now he's standing in the Dole queue
This girl with the face of an angel
Says he's looking down, but she has a way to sustain all
It comes in a powdered form and it's good for healing scars
But healing scars comes at the cost of robbing tills and stealing cars
Feeling far from obliged he follows her lead
Down a beaten path where the homeless wallow in seed
Swallows his need for pride, he can't hold his thin weight
So finds himself in a church to control his intake
Being judged by this father for tryna pave his way
He looks him in the eyes and asks, "How's your faith these days?"
"I strive for betterment", he replies in tones with sentiment
"But I lost all faith in this God that I once saw heaven sent"
He never meant to destroy all the things that he came across
It's the sour taste of defeat on the street now all aim is lost
The pain and cost, for his mistakes
But never even really a sinner, huh, it's gonna be a long winter
It's gonna be a long winter
It's gonna be a long winter