Bipolar

Got lots of things, so many things
T-shirt tucked, let me roll up my sleeves
Blunt in my mouth, match out the scene
We do this shit, we like to be seen
You on a freeze, iced out sleeve
You are so mean, you do bad things
You been the queen, thick in them jeans
Trying to get in, fight through the screen
Me and my niggas, we don't fuck with you
There won't be no problems, cause we won't miss ya
You soft ass tissue, should I continue
I see it within you, you cheap as a nickel
Lil bitty bih, she start from the ciy
Iced on her wrist, tattooed the right on the tit
Forgot the main list, what time really is
Only dimes in my crib, number one I is

So bipolar (So bipolar)
So bipolar (So bipolar)
So bipolar (You so bipolar)
So bipolar (So bipolar)
So bipolar (So bipolar)
So bipolar (You so bipolar)
So bipolar (So bipolar)
So bipolar (You so bipolar)

Living my dream, see many things
Back to back with it, she is a freak
Shine in the light, she for the streets
Cheeky cheeky cheeky got things
Know what that mean, I really don't
Ass so big, I put myself on
Perfect place to put it all on
She know it too, and she ain't wrong
I don't know where I need to be
Not trying to make no new enemies
I don't want no problems I don't need
Only want your body all on me
I just wanna caress you to the beat
Please don't start dying out on me
Don't want the pain that it bring
Any drug and I mean anything

Slipping up, rip it up
Stay away cause I'm not good luck
Falling out without a doubt
Down south, It's just so much
None sense, none of this,
Stay away cause I'm not so confident
Throw a fit, It's over with,
And deep down it's not so prominent

So bipolar (So bipolar)
So bipolar (So bipolar)
So bipolar (You so bipolar)
So bipolar (So bipolar)
So bipolar (So bipolar)
So bipolar (You so bipolar)
So bipolar (So bipolar)
So bipolar (You so bipolar)



Credits
Writer(s): Tevin Walls
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