The Season / Carry Me Anderson .Paak

[Part 1: The Season]
[Produced by 9th Wonder]

[Hook]
My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town
(Until it’s paid for)
Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming ‘round
(I hear it rain and pour)
How did you find me here? It must be perfect timing
(Forever grateful)
If I didn’t love you then, I damn sure love you now
(Fruit of your labor)

[Verse]
Say, ain’t shit change but the bank statements
Spent the summer in the wave with the beach babies
Threw your chula in the buggie
With the top down up the PCH
I’m heading north, I hope it doesn't rain
Went from playing community ball to balling with the majors
(Oh, what, you major?)
Yeah, nigga, I ran bases, pitch flame
I call plays, remove labels
And fuck fame, that killed all my favorite entertainers
(Nothing short of amazing, ooh, yeah)
But I’m short on my patience
Say, I don’t play that shit, I don’t ever forget
And don’t forget that dot, nigga, you paid for it
I spent years being called out my name
Living under my greatness
But what don’t kill me is motivation