This is a song about "Mele pale"

You lied down sore and booed i am up pale and blue i ain't got no wings but still i forever flue

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Found him laying pale and still on the bathroom floor

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

The pale skin and scrapped knees

Cause there could never be peace

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

So sick i'm looking pale, wait that's my pigment