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Bipolar Bear
Starlito
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Tay Keith
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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
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
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Lito
What's cooler than being cool?
Liquid nitrogen
(Ultimate warrior)
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 20s 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)
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