Everthe8, Blaque Song - Bipolar

[Куплет 1: Everthe8] Pigeon outside my window aiming the gun at me Sleep deprivation is driving me crazy I quit smoking cigarettes and prolly that’s amazing One less bad habit but fucked up like acid I’m 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 No one really stays there long But there’s always place for you girl I put a key in this song, find me When you want to get away from tired gray world Yeah Lonely days go by Yeah Lonely days n Long nights I'm not like other men you hang with Cooking up dope on some different language [Припев: Blaque song & Everthe8] I’m so fucked up High low Hot cold I’m so fucked up Dark glow I’m soooo I’m so fucked up High, bipolar High, cold I’m so fucked up Dark, bipolar I’m soooo I’m so fucked up High, bipolar High, cold I’m so fucked up Dark, bipolar I’m soooo I’m so fucked up [Куплет 2: Everthe8] I don’t wanna Count cash, I wanna change game Now they wanna fuck with me 'cause I got something to say What’s really behind your mob mob slang So cut the crap, lil bitch and show me something Procrastinating like a bitch, depressing like damn Don’t laugh at my fam, he’s thuging as he can Moves may seem funny when he try to flex Now my friend is dead This shit pull up to your block, with couple AK’s Quicker than you can say bang bang What u gon’ do if shit guns bang Go on tell em some ‘bout the hustling Verses can cut down trees all day Bodies bobbing back and forth call it bobsleigh Pigeons outside my window no longer aim at me Phone’s dead, loop is fading [Припев: Blaque song & Everthe8] I’m so fucked up High low Hot cold I’m so fucked up Dark glow I’m soooo I’m so fucked up High, bipolar High, cold I’m so fucked up Dark, bipolar I’m soooo I’m so fucked up High, bipolar High, cold I’m so fucked up Dark, bipolar I’m soooo I’m so fucked up