Wiim - Bipolar

Yeah
Yeah
Yuh
You know lately man
I just got one question
If it doesn't kill you does it really make you stronger

It's the little things that get me the most
I'm shining and I'm so close to gold
Or maybe it's just murder she wrote
Think I'm about to turn myself to a ghost
I'm just trying to keep it a afloat
I guess I got to go with the flow
Row row row
Yeah

Okay I just want a grammy
Y'all don't understand me
Please don't get me wrong I'm really thankful for my Camry
But I need me a Bugatti Mercedes Maserati
I'm not materialistic I'm just used to having options
Call me humble call me cocky
Either way I agree
Being bi-polar runs in my family tree that's why I'm smoking this tree
'Cause it keep me stabilized
Try to trust God's plan but I'm lookin in Satan's eyes
Is he lying to me
It's a fruit but it's lookin' like a diamond to me
This studio is feeling like an island to me
I've been growing but it's feeling like I'm dying to me
Yeah
Screaming R.I.P. roses at my feet
Head up in the clouds but I still can't breathe
My eyes wide open but I still can't see
I watched you leave but it still can't be
No no
But it's a marathon so I got to carry on
Leave my baggage at the door put my smile on
Hey what's up how was your weekend bro what's going on
Trust me you don't wanna know what's going on
You don't wanna know what's going on
I wonder who would even know I'm gone
Crack a bottle roll one up I won't be sober long
Is that cologne I think I probably better throw it on
It's so close I can smell it
It's that's Sun boy WIIM better watch how you spell it
Two I's all caps it's no cap that you're jealous
The way I'm killing these demons I start to feel like a felon I don't sweat them
See now I'm cocky again
Soon as I feel like I'm nothing they call me Papi again
Told your ass I was busy so please don't call me again
Then as soon as I need you I see you blocked me again
Damn
This the life I live
I want a life I love I want a wife and kids
But I want boats and hoes I know it's so damn sick
I know I can't have both so now I don't have shit
That's what it feel like
That's what it feel like
That's what it feel like
Yeah yeah

It's the little things that get me the most
I'm shining and I'm so close to gold
Or maybe it's just murder she wrote
Think I'm about to turn myself to a ghost
I'm just trying to keep it a afloat
I guess I got to go with the flow
Row row row
Yeah yeah

Organically Gifted

Written by:
Jeff Wimberly II

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