Frail & fucked

I’m feelin’ frail and fucked
Eyes hella low, hella cold
I might fold on the spot, fuck
I’m lookin’ pale enough
Lookin’ like ghost, no busters
Too damn faded and my lungs hurt
Frail and fucked
Eyes hella low, hella cold
I might fold on the spot, fuck
I’m lookin’ pale enough
Lookin’ like ghost, no busters
Too damn faded and my lungs hurt

Jordans on, Ion even fuckin’ ball bitch
Bands on me like what the fuck is a wallet
Bands on me like it’s Warped Tour
Still shootin’ shots even if I’m at half court
My passport look like a damn zombie
Dont need a stick I don’t do hockey
I got heavy bags, guess I like boxing
I got heavy jabs, bitch quit talking
All I need is gas money and I’m good
If you isn’t fuckin’ with my shit then you should
Came up from the dirt, bitch came from the mud
If you isn’t fuckin’ with my shit then you should
All this ice on me and I be drippin’ in finesse, uh
I don’t pop no pills but Ima pop you like a pez, uh
I don’t even smoke but both eyes are hella red, uh
Shout out homie Ysaac I’ve been feelin’ frail and dead, uh

I’m feelin’ frail and fucked
Eyes hella low, hella cold
I might fold on the spot, fuck
I’m lookin’ pale enough
Lookin’ like ghost, no busters
Too damn faded and my lungs hurt
Frail and fucked
Eyes hella low, hella cold
I might fold on the spot, fuck
I’m lookin’ pale enough
Lookin’ like ghost, no busters
Too damn faded and my lungs hurt

I’m feelin’ frail and fucked
Eyes hella low, hella cold
I might fold on the spot, fuck
I’m lookin’ pale enough
Lookin’ like ghost, no busters
Too damn faded and my lungs hurt
Frail and fucked
Eyes hella low, hella cold
I might fold on the spot, fuck
I’m lookin’ pale enough
Lookin’ like ghost, no busters
Too damn faded and my lungs hurt