Bipolar Bear

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] It made me cry sometimes, it made me cry sometimes The trouble in my way (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) It made me cry sometimes [Verse] I lay awake at night, but that's alright I get my ass up and write about the demons I fight Sex-crazed and abandoned, so I resorted to gambling Maybe I harbor resentment 'cause she aborted my family Maybe she know I couldn't handle it, maybe it's true, I'm just manic Money I blew was outlandish, the girls I flew out was scandalous Sometimes it feel like dementia as I try not to remember And it come back every winter, I get depressed in December Tryna survive the inflation, plus I'm aging Feel like nothing was the same, but what's changing? My perspective, what's my motivation? Am I investing a nest egg, a savings? Sometimes my only connection is craving Compulsions excess, I need patience I need balance, I guess that's valid I'm lookin' for love, it shouldn't be a challenge I got a soul, so I feel the unknown, plus I'm grown One day you're here, the next you're gone, this much is known The world is at our fingertips, well, it's in our phones Sometimes I wanna lose my charger forever, leave me alone Truth is, I just completed a fast, I had to slow down I'm sittin' in a dark room, writin', literally no sound I felt compelled to pray, so I went to the mirror and spoke out Looked myself in the eye and said, "Please forgive me," and broke down [Part II] [Intro] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Lito What's cooler than being cool? Liquid nitrogen Ultimate warrior [Verse] Yeah, that's cold, cold-blooded, my heart froze Heat the house with the oven, cook the dope on the stove Hustle your way through college, took the show on the road A prophet without honor, so I do this shit for my folks Fuck it, you and them hoes, school could never expose Allegedly, gun violence the reason the legend froze It's like a full-time job not to kill niggas Knowin' that they want me dead Too broke to put a price up on my head, bitch One false move, I know I would've went— (Shh) So close to the edge, it's better left unsaid I ain't here to make friends, just bread I don't feel none of you niggas except Craig Never will I ever look through a bitch text thread And if she pull up on me, then I expect head Heck yeah, I guess I'm gentle and mannish, sentimental romantic Don't believe in coincidence, it means I meant to, I planned it When the rent due, it ain't really hard to convince you to scam But turn that pussy to a profit, look, it's pimpin', don't panic I spent majority of my twenties in a rental in Atlanta You know how many exotic dancers I probably sent to Miami? I sold them grammies by the four-fifty, but never been to the Grammys I'm independent, so they mechanicals, I spinned with mechanics (Lito)