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(I am so fly, that I am fixing to head south for the winter)
Itâs the point in the pain
Where the veins scrunch up and scream for relief
Gasping for heroin or her brother MethaDean
I hate the words I speak
That come so naturally
(Now give us our daily beat)
South for the w.
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