SevenWrd - Bipolar Express

Dont know if i wanna be
In the light of the people
They cry out to me
Cause im a sight to see
More like a sight to hear
But i know that its clear
My mind will interfere
With all the energy
Its always tellin me
That im not good enough
Wanting to intercede
Push out bad mem'ries
I do what i dont want
I dont do what i want
Im happy the next night
I die from anxiety
My mind is rioting
Tryin to fight against
Things so irrelevant
It is like divin in
Side of honey pit
Sweet but im stuck in it
I died when i got in
Knew subliminally
Hop on the bipolar express
Want a right we take left
Yeah there aint no love left
Here's a check, already cashed
Yeah my life a fuckin mess
But im thrivin in the stress
Dont know when we gonna wreck
But im fine, im the best
No im lyin i need rest
Got a dime on my left
Throw a dime in the trash
I got sum cash, i dont need racks
Always goin way to fast
I sin but i go to mass
My relationship dont last
I need to forget my past
Hop on my ride
The bipolar express
Yeah we takin a right
Then we takin a left
Then we crash in a wall
Then my life will collapse
Im happy afterall
Sike i need some more meds
Why you always do this to me
Make my life a tragic movie
Think i needa stop but
I still needa keep on moving
That why i used to get zooted
Get away from dumb ass moods and
Hoes be trippin when im sippin
No im done i cannot do it
I feel so hollow
Longin for tomorrow
But dont want today to end in all this Sorrow
Think i need to borrow
Your heart girl im sorry
But when i return it then it will be Broken
To be in the future
Or live as a former
Im likin the present
Its empty and hollow
I sit in the dark
Feelin real and on beat
Midnight walk in the park
I got front row seats
Hop on the bipolar express
Want a right we take left
Yeah there aint no love left
Here's a check, already cashed
Yeah my life a fuckin mess
But im thrivin in the stress
Dont know when we gonna wreck
But im fine, im the best
No im lyin i need rest
Got a dime on my left
Throw a dime in the trash
I got sum cash, i dont need racks
Always goin way to fast
I sin but i go to mass
My relationship dont last
I need to forget my past
Why you always do this to me
Make my life a tragic movie
Think i needa stop but
I still needa keep on moving
That why i used to get zooted
Get away from dumb ass moods and
Hoes be trippin when im sippin
No im done i cannot do it
Hop on the bipolar express
Want a right we take left
Yeah there aint no love left
Here's a check, already cashed
Yeah my life a fuckin mess
But im thrivin in the stress
Dont know when we gonna wreck
But im fine, im the best
No im lyin i need rest
Got a dime on my left
Throw a dime in the trash
I got sum cash, i dont need racks
Always goin way to fast
I sin but i go to mass
My relationship dont last
I need to forget my past

Written by:
Nikita Glebov

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