Seasons Change by Oliver Walker Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Oliver Walker]
Yeah, ain’t got time, feel like the MVP
Louis V, got my OVO like Oli please
Mm
Like Oli please, make a beat and rap over it for a couple sheets
Fifty sheet, hunnid sheets, buy a couple features
Shout my name like we school kids sitting on the bleachers
I see them sneaking, jumping on this like some fucking leeches
We on and off, because yo ass is like some fucking peaches, ha
Yeah
And when I go back home
I get some bitches, lose somе bitches, man I feel so lost
But also found, I know
Some gold around neck
Just to feel somеthing on my chest, yeah
And now we adventuring
Bright synth strings just for me to fucking vent some shit
I’m take a breath
This ain’t rap, it’s just venting, over snares and kicks
And I’m gone pull up quick, leave fast wit a bitch, ain’t got time to sit, yeah
I pull up with no girl but I’ll leave with two, double up like I’m Mario about to lose
I’d take care of you, girl, tell em never worry
I’d take over the world to make the people happy
Put the world on my shoulders see how far I’ll carry
We don’t need none of that, we just need some money
Yeah
We just need some class
And if I want you to leave, you better move yo ass
We see a shooting star while sitting on the grass
You say we moving fast, but girl it’s just a track
And I’m just rapping bout things that I really like
I rap immaculately, like my name is Mike
I held the mic for the whole damn night
I pass the mic to Mike, tell us bout yo life, take it
[Instrumental Outro]
Yeah, ain’t got time, feel like the MVP
Louis V, got my OVO like Oli please
Mm
Like Oli please, make a beat and rap over it for a couple sheets
Fifty sheet, hunnid sheets, buy a couple features
Shout my name like we school kids sitting on the bleachers
I see them sneaking, jumping on this like some fucking leeches
We on and off, because yo ass is like some fucking peaches, ha
Yeah
And when I go back home
I get some bitches, lose somе bitches, man I feel so lost
But also found, I know
Some gold around neck
Just to feel somеthing on my chest, yeah
And now we adventuring
Bright synth strings just for me to fucking vent some shit
I’m take a breath
This ain’t rap, it’s just venting, over snares and kicks
And I’m gone pull up quick, leave fast wit a bitch, ain’t got time to sit, yeah
I pull up with no girl but I’ll leave with two, double up like I’m Mario about to lose
I’d take care of you, girl, tell em never worry
I’d take over the world to make the people happy
Put the world on my shoulders see how far I’ll carry
We don’t need none of that, we just need some money
Yeah
We just need some class
And if I want you to leave, you better move yo ass
We see a shooting star while sitting on the grass
You say we moving fast, but girl it’s just a track
And I’m just rapping bout things that I really like
I rap immaculately, like my name is Mike
I held the mic for the whole damn night
I pass the mic to Mike, tell us bout yo life, take it
[Instrumental Outro]