Hipolar
High of my life here we go again
Here we go again
I throw my hands up in the sky How can I survive?
Looking for the signs
Like I wasn't born to God
Drive myself insane till I think I wanna die
I don't even care what I'm boutta leave behind
Until I got promoters on the phone
They gon' suck me off until I blow Every single dollar that I own
Every single product that I hold huh
Came into the game and I was golden
But they won't give a fuck until I show them
Witness me on stage, you know I'm chosen
But still my dinner somehow start out frozen
In seven I'm on goated status
They want something different I'm the apparatus
I just ate your girlfriend like it didn't matter
Then I got served titties on a caramel platter
Sex and guap my antidote
I'm watching my demise unfold
I throw my hands up in the sky How can I survive?
Bitch I'm bonafide
And I really am that guy and I find When I got my bank account in line
I love myself and I, I feel divine
Until I wake up bills are due
Broke little clown such a fool here we go again
I don't even wanna see my friends Vicious cycle and it never ends
I cannot control my emotions in my defense
At least according to my therapist
Fondling my pistol I might aim it at my head
I throw my hands up in the sky How can I survive?
Looking for the signs like I wasn't born to God
Drive myself insane till I think I wanna die
I don't even care what I'm boutta leave behind
High of my life here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
I throw my hands up in the sky How can I survive?
Looking for the signs
Like I wasn't born to God
Drive myself insane till I think I wanna die
I don't even care what I'm boutta leave behind
Until I got promoters on the phone
They gon' suck me off until I blow Every single dollar that I own
Every single product that I hold huh
Came into the game and I was golden
But they won't give a fuck until I show them
Witness me on stage, you know I'm chosen
But still my dinner somehow start out frozen
In seven I'm on goated status
They want something different I'm the apparatus
I just ate your girlfriend like it didn't matter
Then I got served titties on a caramel platter
Sex and guap my antidote
I'm watching my demise unfold
I throw my hands up in the sky How can I survive?
Bitch I'm bonafide
And I really am that guy and I find When I got my bank account in line
I love myself and I, I feel divine
Until I wake up bills are due
Broke little clown such a fool here we go again
I don't even wanna see my friends Vicious cycle and it never ends
I cannot control my emotions in my defense
At least according to my therapist
Fondling my pistol I might aim it at my head
I throw my hands up in the sky How can I survive?
Looking for the signs like I wasn't born to God
Drive myself insane till I think I wanna die
I don't even care what I'm boutta leave behind
High of my life here we go again
Here we go again
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Writer(s): Joshua Wride
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