Bipolar

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Shoutout my nigga Trey, you know what I'm saying
My nigga finna be a father
You know what I'm saying, it's a beautiful feeling
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know what I'm saying, you got a responsibility
You take care of that responsibility you feel me (Ooh)
EastWave, you cook this?
Oh-oh-oh
Lowlow turn that up, hey!

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I wanna ride this S600 'til the sunset
Devil on my mind, I keep on praying I can't go yet
They run with the crowd I stood ten toes, I held my own shit
Fuck, the family got hands out like I owe 'em shit
Talked to Tyrell yesterday, he was kinda mad
He felt I lack of disrespect, 'causе I ain't call him dad
Like what the fuck you do for me, don't wanna call you dad
I don't givе a fuck, he was in my face, I'll probably kill his ass
I gotta keep it to a minimum, my, daughter never been with him
So, if this nigga gone, how the fuck, she gon' remember him
You coulda been a father, pops, or dad, that word a synonym
Don't tell me 'bout no dark places my nigga, 'cause I've been in them
You can't try to tell me about that mixed feelings, I been in them
You can't try to tell me 'bout no trenches 'cause we still in them
(They know)
(You can't try to tell me 'bout no trenches 'cause we still in them)

[Chorus]
Traveled down this one way road
Tryna figure how this love thing goes
Read the signs, all those subliminals
Lock my heart up like a criminal
I keep taking all these drugs, but, I can't cope no more
Traveled down this one way road
Tryna figure how this love thing goes
Read the signs, all those subliminals
Lock my heart up like a criminal (Yeah)
I keep taking all these drugs, but, I can't cope no more

[Verse 2]
I ain't worried about shit, nigga
Whole team keep them sticks, nigga (Boom)
From the slums, yeah, I'm a deed, nigga
Made it out, had to see the big picture
Heated water that was cold, on the stove, and we bathed out a pot
And washing our clothes on a door, had to hang and let 'em dry
Walked in on my mama, seen her cry
She told me she fed up, she wanna die
Hard times made her question God like, "Why?"
I told her, "we straight and I'm gon' provide"
If my brothers call they all know I'ma slide
Couple m's, and this bitch, she gon' respond, yeah

[Chorus]
Traveled down this oneway road
Tryna figure how this love thing goes
Read the signs, all those subliminals
Lock my heart up like a criminal
I keep taking all these drugs, but, I can't cope no more
Traveled down this one way road (Road)
Tryna figure how this love shit goes
All the times, all those subliminals
Lock my heart up like a criminal
I keep taking all these drugs, but, I can't cope no more