Bipolar (feat. Blaque Song)

Pigeon outside my window aiming the gun at me

Sleep deprivation is driving me crazy

I quit smoking cigarettes and prolly that's amazin'

One less

Bad habit

But fucked up

Like acid

Don't struggle to stay awake 'til the sun goes down

Phone doesn't ring, since you finally found out

Love shit between you and me, wouldn't work out

I'm going back in a ghost town, yeah

No one really stays there long

But there's always place for you girl

I put a key in this song, find me

When I want to get away from tired, grey world

Yeah, lonely days go by

Yeah, lonely days and long nights

I'm not like other mans you hang with

Cookin' up dope on some different language

I'm so fucked up

High, low

Hot, cold

I'm so fucked up

Dark, glow

I'm so

I'm so fucked up

I'm bipolar

I'm so fucked up

Dark, bipolar

I'm so fucked up

I'm bipolar

I'm so fucked up

Dark bipolar

I'm so fucked up

I don't wanna count cash, I wanna change game

Now they wanna fuck with me 'cause I got somethin' to say

What's really behind your mob-mob slang

So cut the crap, lil' bitch and show me something

Procrastinatin' like a bitch, depressing like damn

Don't laugh at my fam, he's thuggin' as he can

Moves may seem funny when he try to flex

Now my friend is dead

They should pull up to your block, with couple AKs

Quicker than you can say "bang bang"

What you gon' do if shit guns bang?

Go on tell 'em some 'bout the hustlin'

Verses can cut down trees all day

Bodies bobbin' back and forth so call it bobsleigh

Pigeons outside my window no longer aim at me

My phone's dead, loop's fadin'

I'm so fucked up

High, low

Hot, cold

I'm so fucked up

Dark, glow

I'm so

I'm so fucked up

I'm bipolar

I'm so fucked up

Dark, bipolar

I'm so fucked up

I'm bipolar

I'm so fucked up

Dark, bipolar

I'm so fucked up