Fcked Up but Okay (P. Khail)

Woah, yeah Fucked up but okay Fucked up but okay Is it fucked up that I wanna die Uhh yeah Well f*ck, guess I'm fucked up All good I can face that Basikk need a face tat to hide his past blues Basically escaped that with six pink tattoos On my wrist And they glisten No not ice, no! That's depression Yeah depression on my wrist bitch Almost died to get this drip Course I had to risk it, the biscuit best split Yeah, uh Uh, what? Uh, ye Uh, uh Uh, woah Yee. . . I'm fucked up but okay Uh, what Uh, ye Uh, uh Uh, woah Yee. . . I'm fucked up but okay I mic bitch as I type this Sight shift at a text tone Hyped hoping that cute chick Sent a nude pic or a how's it going Gosh darn like no luck Dang nabbit my hopes up Shoot, shucks, frig sakes This fucked with my head space Got old bitties on my jean zipper Heard my dicks thicker Yes I deliver, I be better, the seam shredder She be wetter with me uh You better believe ha She love my penis, she clean up and eat Uh, what Uh, ye Uh, uh Uh, woah Yee. . . I'm fucked up but okay Uh, what Uh, ye Uh, uh Uh, woah Yee. . . I'm fucked up but okay Fucked up but okay I met my soul mate Big hits off my vape Big cloud in my face G willy she sexy Head game so messy We're all fucked up but me yeah especially