1. im gettin sick of shiverin within these tristate winters,
liquor got my mindstate bitter
as the last swig of this liquor that i take in a,
slow black cadillac during a white faced blizzard on the highway slippin,
wishin i lived up in MIA nigga,
where there isnt an inch snow
coming down like my emotions when it gets cold,
and thats whats im freakin drinkin' for,
its like im good in the summer but how many more winters can i go?..
if you aint a nor'easter, you won't understand,
this that Northeast energy, this my motherland,
where you can freeze or sun-burn upon the sand,
and if you can't get these girls, beat it dick, it comes in hand..
..rollin', and i just drove by tailor swifts mansion,
and had a revelation of to me what this land is,
a reflection of me, so i rep my scene,
'cause its seasons change just like me,
and truthfully all a nigga need is

Hook: twenty freaky girls on the top floor,
liquors almost gone 'cause of shots poured,
BBZ called said he got more,
Umang pulled up to the concourse,
he said it's all good in this autumn breeze,
we went through it now they want another fallen leaf,
but like those trees losing their leaves very slow,
you gotta let go of the old in the cold before growth,


2. Climb the beat on that stealth tip, you run up in it's face with arms flailing, then on a daily get yourself hit/, I merge beings make they cells click form hybrid creatures, while y'all looking out for false ISIS leaders/, the successor to your favorite rapper, the aggressor when the flavors lacking increase the pace to rapid/ then feast on Vegas action, get out my fucking face, ima over indulge until my stomach aches/ stomp in this bitch, till you get runner's legs tell your mean mugging face take about hundred steps the other way/, I ain't your ordinary male, niggas trying to eyeball, are left learning the mold in every braille/, leave it alone or you'll be held, accountable your fate told in folklore like cautionary tales/, that mortician, he'll get to know your organs very well we hate you worse than we open up the bills/

Hook: twenty freaky girls on the top floor,
liquors almost gone 'cause of shots poured,
BBZ called said he got more,
Umang pulled up to the concourse,
he said it's all good in this autumn breeze,
we went through it now they want another fallen leaf,
but like those trees losing their leaves very slow,
you gotta let go of the old in the cold before growth,