Unwell, But I’m Okay

[Intro: Blanket Heron]
Yeah
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Blanket Heron]
My heart’s a sick bastard
Caught a cold on the curb
The hurt got my flows goin’ colder than herb
Left in the fridge, bitch, uh
Left faster than Bird
Theft for cash, she’s a daft bitch
Her love overheard
Did me dirt, now her heart overdraft
She take opinion over craft
Craftin’ shit for relapse
Ain’t no profit for that
I feel like a non-prophet for ass
Give her my whole mind and body
Then my heart goes out last, yeah

[Break: Blanket Heron]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Blanket Heron]
Why my heart feel like road kill, yeah
Why my brain feel like eighty on a fifty still, yeah
Why my body feel like standstill, yeah
But my eyes can’t stand still, stand still

[Verse 2: Theylovefrioo]
My conscious telling me
That I’m a sick bastard, got sick and admit cancer
Swift like a slick panther, cut throat and evoke answers
Bitches be toe taggin', deceased in a pink casket
Deep in her sweet peach, gripping sheets for the peak passion, God
Why these lil' bitches keep playin' with me?
Im'a hunt a bitch down if she playin' me
Had a nigga turn around, 'cause I’m playin' for keeps
Had a nigga playin' frogger, how she planned to leave
Make a nigga cut-throat, oh, planned to delete
Ima go "ha-ha" if she playin' with me
They ain’t fuckin' with a nigga, how they planned it to be
That’s a hard pill tryna swallow like you planned a B
None of these niggas wann' play
I got ya' main girl, she only wann' stay
I make her leave 'cause she get in the way
Hoe get annoying, she stay in my face
I got a bag and a play in the truck
Niggas get turnt up and wild like a skunk
I cross my arm with a Mille, no punk
Sleep on the money, on top like a bunk
Niggas get loud when we speaking the truth
Fuck all that fire, it’s cold in the booth
Niggas be laughing and singing
'bout taking the ring now, 'cause I’m the new King of the Youth
Niggas my sons, but that ain’t nothing new
Why they be fronting? I don’t have a clue
Look at my team, think we all need a ring
It be 314, the city, the blues

[Bridge: Blanket Heron and Theylovefrioo]
Fuck, why can’t I breath in this room?
Why can’t I breath in this room? Fuck
Fuck, why can’t I breath in this tomb?
Fuck, why can’t I breath in this tomb?
Fuck, why can’t I fit in this noose? Like fuck
Fuck, why can’t I fit in this noose? Like fuck
Like fuck, I’m too headstrong to choose, uh
I’m too headstrong to choose
Uh, I can’t fuck to take my breathe away, uh
To not love, uh, fuck I know I can’t run
Buried too deep in us, I can’t run
Flew too deep, so far in the sun

[Verse 3: Blanket Heron, Theylovefrioo, and Both]
Last year been a trip, off rip, damn, uh
Been a min, found the shit to get the girl, damn, uh
Man, I been feelin’ lisp
Can’t feel my lips
Can’t feel the feelings ‘fore the fan hit shit, uh
Can’t gage the dealings I got, shit
Can’t change the pages I lost, shit
Did I book this trip
Or is this book a trip?
Rippin’ pages out this bitch quick
Listening to niggas who can’t help but slip up
Fuck luck, I knuck blessings ‘fore I buck, dear, uh
Baby, oh please I can’t hear myself think
What I thunk? Then I sunk
Now let that sink in like it’s invited, uh
To the function, I can’t function
Bitch suck my shit like liposuction
Goin off script like I can’t enunciate
Like I can’t enunciate

[Outro: Blanket Heron]
Yeah, like I can’t-like I can’t enunciate
Yeah, like I can’t-like I can’t enunciate
Yeah, like I can’t-like I can’t enunc—
Okay, that’s enou—