The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the spring to glow
The autumn leaves are falling
The winter feeling blow
Hol up wait
I'm not hollering
Not the escape the glaze
To your problems
Never chase the face
To take darkness
Or ever waste the shake
To face autumn
The leaves are falling
And Seas are brisk
To get caught in
On a wooden ship
With gold cargo
I couldn't get the fool
To full Hearten
Messenger in a bottle
When he drinks he thinks
He's unstoppable
But it brings up things
That's he's swallowed
When he thinks it
He starts to get nausea
Regurg the serge
Then purge the urge
Now he's back in
Words that seemed Hollow
Made it back to land to be followed
By a fascination with a novel
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the spring to glow
The autumn leaves are falling
The winter feelings blow
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the piece he chose
The autumn leaves are falling
Reading through this different cold
Good night
Good morning
Either time of life he stay yawning
Cause he's tired of lies and false promise
Takes the nerve to merge with stay positive
Felt curved but worse
If he Stirs the words
He would burn the leaves
In his pot then
Reverse the curse
Then return to birth
A new grow gets wrote in his columns
Just float on the star ship
He built from skills and great knowledge
But he hears the breeze that keeps calling
It's the voice he sees without logic
Like a guiding light to be reach higher heights
But this fire inside is his charter
The pilot writes any style that might
Bring them safely back to their author
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the spring to glow
The autumn leaves are falling
The winter feelings blow
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the need to know
The autumn leaves are falling
Speaking to his missing home
Back on the planet
Where the leaves
Never fall off trees
Back to the Sands
Where the breeze
Don't speak memories
Back to the place
Where his feelings
Become secondary
Until the moment his
His tales were precautionary
He's the maker of the
Choice to keep his clarity
He's the kind
Of passion that grows on him gradually
Naturally he wouldn't have to chase
To get his winter feelings
Because what is a king without his Majesty?
Taste Nate - Autumn Leaves (feat. Skky Phillips) Lyrics
Taste Nate - Autumn Leaves (feat. Skky Phillips) Lyrics
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The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the spring to glow
The autumn leaves are falling
The winter feeling blow
Hol up wait
I'm not hollering
Not the escape the glaze
To your problems
Never chase the face
To take darkness
Or ever waste the shake
To face autumn
The leaves are falling
And Seas are brisk
To get caught in
On a wooden ship
With gold cargo
I couldn't get the fool
To full Hearten
Messenger in a bottle
When he drinks he thinks
He's unstoppable
But it brings up things
That's he's swallowed
When he thinks it
He starts to get nausea
Regurg the serge
Then purge the urge
Now he's back in
Words that seemed Hollow
Made it back to land to be followed
By a fascination with a novel
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the spring to glow
The autumn leaves are falling
The winter feelings blow
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the piece he chose
The autumn leaves are falling
Reading through this different cold
Good night
Good morning
Either time of life he stay yawning
Cause he's tired of lies and false promise
Takes the nerve to merge with stay positive
Felt curved but worse
If he Stirs the words
He would burn the leaves
In his pot then
Reverse the curse
Then return to birth
A new grow gets wrote in his columns
Just float on the star ship
He built from skills and great knowledge
But he hears the breeze that keeps calling
It's the voice he sees without logic
Like a guiding light to be reach higher heights
But this fire inside is his charter
The pilot writes any style that might
Bring them safely back to their author
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the spring to glow
The autumn leaves are falling
The winter feelings blow
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the need to know
The autumn leaves are falling
Speaking to his missing home
Back on the planet
Where the leaves
Never fall off trees
Back to the Sands
Where the breeze
Don't speak memories
Back to the place
Where his feelings
Become secondary
Until the moment his
His tales were precautionary
He's the maker of the
Choice to keep his clarity
He's the kind
Of passion that grows on him gradually
Naturally he wouldn't have to chase
To get his winter feelings
Because what is a king without his Majesty?
Waiting for the spring to glow
The autumn leaves are falling
The winter feeling blow
Hol up wait
I'm not hollering
Not the escape the glaze
To your problems
Never chase the face
To take darkness
Or ever waste the shake
To face autumn
The leaves are falling
And Seas are brisk
To get caught in
On a wooden ship
With gold cargo
I couldn't get the fool
To full Hearten
Messenger in a bottle
When he drinks he thinks
He's unstoppable
But it brings up things
That's he's swallowed
When he thinks it
He starts to get nausea
Regurg the serge
Then purge the urge
Now he's back in
Words that seemed Hollow
Made it back to land to be followed
By a fascination with a novel
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the spring to glow
The autumn leaves are falling
The winter feelings blow
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the piece he chose
The autumn leaves are falling
Reading through this different cold
Good night
Good morning
Either time of life he stay yawning
Cause he's tired of lies and false promise
Takes the nerve to merge with stay positive
Felt curved but worse
If he Stirs the words
He would burn the leaves
In his pot then
Reverse the curse
Then return to birth
A new grow gets wrote in his columns
Just float on the star ship
He built from skills and great knowledge
But he hears the breeze that keeps calling
It's the voice he sees without logic
Like a guiding light to be reach higher heights
But this fire inside is his charter
The pilot writes any style that might
Bring them safely back to their author
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the spring to glow
The autumn leaves are falling
The winter feelings blow
The summer breeze is calling
Waiting for the need to know
The autumn leaves are falling
Speaking to his missing home
Back on the planet
Where the leaves
Never fall off trees
Back to the Sands
Where the breeze
Don't speak memories
Back to the place
Where his feelings
Become secondary
Until the moment his
His tales were precautionary
He's the maker of the
Choice to keep his clarity
He's the kind
Of passion that grows on him gradually
Naturally he wouldn't have to chase
To get his winter feelings
Because what is a king without his Majesty?
Writer: LORENZO ARMANDO DURAN, NATHAN S LASSITER
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave