BadBoy RDW8 - Bipolar Depression

I'm hoping things start looking up for me
Because I don't have no money growing off
That fucking dollar tree and now I'm never
My bipolar depression is a bitch
I pretend that I'm happy you know that I'm not
But I'm trying to get rich
Not get dropped and shot like Pop Smoke shot for the guap
RIP homie
And every other motherfucker lost on the block
Man ain't nobody know me
These girls ain't friends they're just looking for the cock
I'm hoping things start looking up for me
Because I don't have no money growing on that fucking dollar tree
And now I'm never fucking eating and you'll never see me sleeping
Am I ever gonna really make it or am I just stuck here dreaming
I'm hoping things start looking up for me
Cuz I don't have no money growing on that fucking dollar tree
Am I ever gonna really make it
Or am I just stuck here dreaming
Every girl I ever meet is scheming
Except my name isn't Kel
And I ain't looking for no Kenan
I just really wanna find some loyalty and happiness
Some loyalty and happiness
And I'm not gonna bore you all with anymore sappiness
Baby don't go but depression really got a hold of me
And I don't see myself as happy cuz there's no recovery
I need someone to start loving me
Depression has really got ahold of me and
I don't see myself as happy as I ever was
Cuz there's just no recovery
I need someone to start just loving me
Showing me that there is something better
Than just living life
You think you know me but you don't know me
You think you know me but you don't know me
This world is much more evil than you think it really is homie
You give your heart to all these women
But then they go break your heart
From the very beginning I sense darkness
And I should have never started
Bipolar
This world is much more evil than you think it is homie
Bipolar Depression
Give your heart to all these women then they break your heart
These girls ain't friends
They're just looking for that cock
Hoping things start looking up for me
Cuz I don't have no money growing on that dollar tree
Now everybody never see me eating
And you'll never see me sleeping
Am I ever gonna really make it
Or am I just stuck here dreaming
Bipolar got me happy got me sad got me angry got me mad
Bipolar Depression
Pretending I'm happy
You know that I'm not
You know that I'm not
BadBoy

Written by:
Arthur Waite

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