(I am so fly, that I am fixing to head south for the winter)
It's the point in the pain
Where the veins scrunch up and scream for relief
Gasping for heroin or her brother Metha Dean
I hate the words I speak
That come so naturally
(Now give us our daily beat)
South for the winter
Yeah, finna head south for the winter
So fly, I'm finna head south for the winter
