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letra de bipolar bear - starlito & tay keith

[part i]

[intro]
it made me cry sometimes, it made me cry sometimes
the trouble in my way
(tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas 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
s-x, craze, and abandon, 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 nesting of 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, f-ck these n-ggas 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 sh-t for my folks
f-ck it, you in them hoes, school could never expose
allegedly, gun violence the reason the legend froze
it’s like a full-time job not to k!ll n-ggas
knowin’ that they want me dead
too broke to put a price up on my head, b-tch
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 n-gga except craig
never will i ever look through a b-tch 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 p-ssy 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 bags 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)

- starlito tay keith

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