Autumn Leaves ft. Skky Celeste & Lord Lorenz Lyrics

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?