Wendigo
Unwell, But I’m Okay Now, Pt. 1
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
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 nonprofit for ass
Give her my whole mind and body
Then my heart goes out last
Yeah