Free The Frail

(альбом: All My Heroes Are Cornballs - 2019)

You think you know me
You think you fucking knew me
Mm, mm (Ahem)
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Use your mind to strengthen mine, baby (Hey)
If it's good, then it's good
Break it down, this shit is outta my hands, hey
I feel it (I feel it)
I feel (I feel it, I feel it)

I feel annoyed (Feel annoyed)
I'm feeling strange, I feel the games, I feel the void (Void)
I'm still a roach, I'm doing shows, I feel employed (Feel employed)
Even though I'm coy (Though I'm coy), you know that, boy
C'mon, I still the feel the same (Same)
I feel afraid, this Easy A, I'm feeling framed (Feeling framed)
I wear a mask, I see the vain
I'm still ashamed ('Shamed), even though they aim, oy vey
Feel like I'm losing hope (Losing hope)
I'm on the web, I net the gross, I see the grow (See the grow)
I'm feeling dazed, I'm in the game, don't need a coach
But I really do (Really do), really don't
Huh, I just been in my head (In my head)
I'm getting fried, I'm on the side, I'm Kevin, fair (Kevin, fair)
I play with fire, I can't retire, I need the bread, stat (Man)

Don't rely on the strength of my hands, hey
If it's good, then it's good
Break it down, this shit is outta my hands, whoa
Said, don't rely on the strength of my man, hey
If it's good, then it's good
Break it down, this shit is outta my hands, yeah

Look, I used to walk around with guns on me (Stupid-ass nigga)
Huh, I used to spin that bass to Michael Prophet (Yeah)
I used to think you wasn't popping until you had a stalker
I'm not no alpha male, I'm Carly Rae, you Braden Walker (Damn)
Look, ninety-nine ain't no stack, baby, say it (Haa)
Two times, feel like Casanova (Huh)
Y'all be praying' to Jehovah, I be praying to Hova (Let's go)
I never whipped or sold the yola, still sold out the Nova (Damn)

Two claps right here (And that's real talk)
Alright, let's clap
Mm, mm, mm
Try to find mine
Mm, mm, mm
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

Don't rely on the strength of my image, hey
If it's good, then it's good
Break it down, this shit is outta my hands, whoa (Such a cool chord change)
Said, don't rely on the strength of my, my
If it's good, then it's good
Break it down, this shit is outta my hands, no, baby

Oh, you think I'm lying?
Fuck outta here, dawg
-Saying, huh
Quicksand (Alright, man, yeah)
It's too thick to stand (Go on, then)
Figure out now what it is that you need
I step out for a minute to breathe
Instead of footsteps in the sand, and I'm not being carried
Think it's 'bout to end, you can go on without me