Gentle Winter - Mason Woods & Bill Dearie

That's crazy I really can't believe you just did that, bro Alright, but check this out Woah, woah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh my Ayy, fuck all that talkin', we rolling up with that pressure (you already know) They get to running I'm pulling up with my tester (yes, sir) If you call, I'ma beat it up, ain't no questions (no, sir) You wakin' up and you saying, "baby, my legs hurt" (okay) And early mornings, I get it, you my destresser Is you gon' stay around or run when it get stressful? And I just want you by my side for my mental You got that vibe, I love it how you so gentle Lil' Mamacita, you bad, so let me know sum' If I ain't spending time with you then it's no fun And I'm a big dawg in my city, fi-fo-fum And when I'm working, I'm busy, I ain't gon' post none And I can lock down for you if you want me My lil' shortie, she bad, your shortie swap meet And I just copped another 10 for my top team And 9Side forever based, keep it OBV I know I say a lot, but baby know I'm humble And I could switch up for your aunties and your uncles I'm really ballin', I cannot afford to fumble So I might need you when I feel like I'ma tumble Fuck all that talkin', we rolling up with that pressure (presure) They get to running I'm pulling up with my tester (oh) If you call, I'ma beat it up, ain't no questions (no, sir) You wakin' up and you saying, "baby, my legs hurt" (yes, sir) And early mornings, I get it, you my destresser Is you gon' stay around or run when it get stressful? And I just want you by my side for my mental You got that vibe, I love it how you so gentle Fuck all that talkin', we rolling up with that pressure (you already know) They get to running I'm pulling up with my tester (yes, sir) If you call, I'ma beat it up, ain't no questions (no, sir) You wakin' up and you saying, "baby, my legs hurt" (okay) And early mornings, I get it, you my destresser Is you gon' stay around or run when it get stressful? And I just want you by my side for my mental You got that vibe, I love it how you so gentle

I'll take Manhattan The Bronx, and Staten Island too It's lovely going through The zoo It's very fancy On old Delancey Street, you know? The subway charms us so When balmy breezes blow To and fro And tell me, what street Compares with Mott Street in July? Sweet pushcarts gently Gliding by The great big city's a wondrous toy Made for a girl and boy We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy Tell me, what street Compares with Mott Street in July? Sweet pushcarts gently Gliding by The great big city's a wondrous toy Made for a girl and boy We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy I'll take Manhattan I'll take Manhattan

I'm sitting across from you Vibrations are streaming the emptiness in the room Melting all your words in my hand Tell me all the things that I am I wish that I could speak your perfect language I wish that we could travel to those places Where we're faceless and we're nameless Don't you, don't you crave this? I can feel the atmosphere unfolding Tell me if you pretty hearts worth holding I can feel the atmosphere unfolding Tell me if your pretty hearts I know you wanna hear me Turn down that blossom dearie And I try to speak to you in tongues But you're never here to see me right And I never seem to lose a run When we're following your stars at night See your lungs are never breathing right Your mother's never eaten right You see she never really won her fight She's handing me her torch to light Your fears and tribulations they are formed into a painting They are formed into a painting of us As I peer across the nation, all your stars get to formation They are more than your creation of love And the rhythm of our are hearts are syncopated, vindicated, leave our doubts to sleep right here Feel, I wish that I could speak your perfect language I wish that we could travel to those places Where we're faceless and we're nameless Where we're dangerous? Don't you crave this? I know you want to hear me Turn down that blossom dearie

I have eyes for you to give you dirty looks I have words that do not come from children's books There's a trick with a knife, I'm learning to do But everything I've got belongs to you I've a powerful anesthesia in my fist And the perfect wrist to give your neck a twist Hammerlock holds, I've mastered a few But everything I've got belongs to you Share for share, share alike You get struck each time I strike Me for you, you for me I'll give you plenty of nothing I'm not yours for better but for worse And I've learned to give the well known witches curse I've a terrible tongue and a temper for two But everything I've got belongs to you Then at night we'll sleep and sleep Sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep Sleep and sleep, sleep and sleep I'll give you plenty of nothing I'm not yours for better but for worse And I've learned to give the well known witches curse I've a terrible tongue and a temper for two But everything I've got, ooh, it's not a lot But everything I've got belongs to you