Yeah, yeah I'm bipolar, that's to say the least, yeah Won't die sober, you know that's a reach for Thousand feelings in me breaking free, Lord But all I ever wanted was to be I cop a chain, it still don't look like me, ayy Look for my father, say he rest in peace I see more than dollar signs, got bigger dreams, yeah I think about it when I'm overseas
This shit comes in waves This shit comes in waves Ah, said I got waves for you Yeah, I got waves
Pressure on the way and it don't ever change My homie said the same, I think he feel my pain Riding in L. A. up on that interstate, yeah Smoking all my problems, that's the great escape These people throw me dollars to get on the stage But I don't always feel like I should conversate I throw on a face and hide behind these shades But still I be okay, you know all gon' be straight I'm so good at faking smiles it should get me a job Open up them vials, but be cautious, bruh I can't make amends between The Devil and God But Imma ride the waves, you know I got this, bruh
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Compositores: Grant Nolan Yarber (G Money Beats), Christian Robert Felner (Felly) ECAD: Obra #30078608