This is a song about "Fried nights"

And even more alarming is the fact

You fried under that heated lamp,

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

There is a light that shines

Under heavy strobe northern nights

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright