Текст песни I'm OK - PoorBoyLuke

Ok i wake up every day with bullshit heavy on my mind
I get up out the bed reluctantly and get to the grind
I dont enjoy nothin in life because mines flawed by designed
I think about givin it up like every hour on the dime
But im not a fuckin pussy
I was put here to be strugglin
I see that
Believe that
These problems that im jugglin
Are gunna be the death of me
And not to mention family
I had a fuckin sister that was stabbed oth brother
Raised by a single mother
I was always into trouble
But my brain was good
I like to use that shit
I grew up bein told that i wasnt worth a damn
They said wouldnt be shit and i still aint am
They still call me poorboy but im an grown ass man
I check my phone all the time
But nobody ever on the line
Plus its prepaid
So sometimes the shits not even on
I told a girl im fuckin catchin feelins for her
She hit me back and she said that its not mutual
I failed a class
Even though i fuckin studied my ass off
And all my high school friends livin large with the cash dawg
I gotta fuckin chip in my tooth and it hurts
But i aint got insurance so i let the shit hurt
And i prolly should studying for a test right now
But im too busy rappin all my fuckin problems out loud
I got like 3 shirts and im too fat for 2 of em
Im addicted to cigarettes and chillem resin hittin
I never pay my fuckin rent on time i always get evicted
And i dropped outta college cuz i thought id make it spittin
Then i ended back
Now im the oldest in the class
Still barely do i pass
Too busy workin on my raps
I aint even got a job
My utilities are late
And i aint gotta clue
When im gunna get em paid
And i walk home from class all pissed off and shit
Cuz i just bombed a quiz
There aint no food in the crib

IM OK (IM FINE)
IM OK (IM FINE)
IM OK (IM FINE)
IM OK (IM FINE)

IM OK (IM NOT OK)
IM OK (IM NOT OK)
IM OK (IM NOT OK)
IM OK (HELP ME!!)

As broke as i am man its hard to believe in
If i get mugged then i'm prolly breakin even
Unless of course the mugger had some dollars in his pockets
Most the money that i make aint tax deductible profits
I dont get shit on my return
In fact i owed the state a couple bucks
I barely call my mama cuz she think i drink and smoke too much
I dream about blowing up but i prolly never will
Shit i think im pretty dope but maybe i dont got the skill
Every single day i get all caught up in my fuckin feelings
And i bitch to all my friends but they dont ever wanna hear it
And im sick and tired of eatin ramen noodles but ill do it
Its a dollar for a six pack so ima grab 2 of em
I got wheels but no petro so you never see me movin em
I hate the streets im from so i always be pollutin em
I had two best friends but ones always fightin me
We even drew blood over a game of monopoly
Id pull my fuckin hair out if it wasnt my best feature
Whom im kiddin man im ugly guess ill grab me up a razor
And ill cut til my reflection matches my aggressive nature
Always gettin thrown out for my thuggish behavior

IM OK (IM FINE)
IM OK (IM FINE)
IM OK (IM FINE)
IM OK (IM FINE)

IM OK (IM NOT OK)
IM OK (IM NOT OK)
IM OK (IM NOT OK)
IM OK (HELP ME!!)