[Verse 1]
Windy Season ain’t no name you’ll see on no top 10 list
Still, I put the effort in just like Prin’ Roger’ Nelson did
Always told me music is a pipe dream, be re’listic, kid
This shit cutthroat, know everybody wants yo head on a stick

Started back when I was 5, piano lessons pave the way
Learnin’ since I was a child, hearin’ shit I want to play
Pickin’ up the melodies and practicin’ shit day by day
Can’t even read music, I just play what’s in my DNA

Still I had one problem, my DNA begged me to create
But I ain’t no writer, I play the shit that the others make
Learnin’ shit by еar is the way that I stayed on top of fate
Sеnt me down a long path, but one I appreciate

Lock me in the fuckin’ room
Fillin’ my pen with the juice
Readin’ up on timbre deux
Clefs and notes and rests to prove
Learning up on 3/4
Waltzing melodies and major
Keys diminishing the minor
Movin’ up like it’s a tenor
Uh
[Hook]
True that I liked you
Once so cool but I don’t have
To leave this to die
To leave this to die
Babe, it’s
True that I liked you
Once so cool but I don’t have
To leave this to die
To leave this to die
Hey

[Verse 2]
Skip ahead a few years, SoundCloud was the industry
MIDI keyboard, MacBook while GarageBand runnin’ for the beats
Melodies Electro, I was orchestratin’ symphonies
None of it was good, but it helped me where I wanna be

Met a homie, dap me up, he share my passion for the tracks
Told him I produce for shit, he introduce me to the racks
Brought me to the industry, and he put Jojo on that beat
Turned his back on me, he turnin’ sour but feigning sweet

Like it’s sugar-Kain and Abel
Bringin’ nothing to the table
My fault, got all tangled
Never saw the other angle though
Bring nothing, do nothing, saw nothing
Yet I let myself get invested, never saw it coming
[Hook]
True that I liked you
Once so cool but I don’t have
To leave this to die
To leave this to die
Babe, it’s
True that I liked you
Once so cool but I don’t have
To leave this to die
To leave this to die
Hey

[Verse 3]
Now it’s Windy Season, modern day is where I’m at
Skippin’ genre, still discovering my place in all of that
Trying everywhere and everything call me musical Pratt
Struggle hardships mixed with spending problems, streamin’ numbers flat, ay

Look, I ain’t pretendin’ that I’m perfect, I got issues
But I put my best foot forward, y’all don’t need to hear my tissues
It ain’t braggadocio, all this insecurity the bitch who
Live inside of my own brain thinks my problems ain’t what you all admit to

But I ain’t claiming struggle that I ain’t got on my shelf
I’m way too innocent to claim that kind of shit too well
I know that I probably ain’t gon’ make no bands from sales
The only time I see suicide doors is [loud static]
But I got too much to live for to let it go
My momma raised me a good man, I keep her close
My father raised me a strong man, and so I know
Any time I think of those dark thoughts, I cut the ropes

Now it’s about all the people that made me who I am
Gotta give you flowers, ‘cause otherwise I’d be less a man
Thank you everyone who just kept me in a high demand
Thank you to my fam’ly and friends who keepin’ me by their hand

Thank you to Melody and Jay for keepin’ me alive
Thank you to Hayden and Tink for standin’ by my side
Thank you to Neil and Mist for pushin’ me to thrive
Thank you to Steve and Wil for helpin’ me to write

Thank you to Nai, my love, for lightin’ up my life
You are the reason I get up each day to write
Thank you to Mom and Dad for fosterin’ my time
Without you I wouldn’t be creative in my mind

Thank you to all you else who didn’t get a drop
I only got so much space to write this pawn
My story is with no doubt still running on
But for now, I keep goin’ to the tune of my song

[Hook]
True that I liked you
Once so cool but I don’t have
To leave this to die
To leave this to die
Babe, it’s
True that I liked you
Once so cool but I don’t have
To leave this to die
To leave this to die
Hey