Bipolar Bear

[Part I]

[Intro]
It made me cry sometimes, it made me cry sometimes
The trouble in my way
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas 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
Sex-crazed and abandoned, 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 nest egg, a 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, fuck these niggas 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 shit for my folks
Fuck it, you and them hoes, school could never expose
Allegedly, gun violence the reason the legend froze
It's like a full-time job not to kill niggas
Knowin' that they want me dead
Too broke to put a price up on my head, bitch
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 niggas except Craig
Never will I ever look through a bitch 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 pussy 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 dancers 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)