Lyrics Bipolar - Chef Success

Bipolar than a motherfucker need to get a new bottle of pills
I take my meds every hour so I dont get the chills
Idk any longer how exactly sober Feels

Diagnosed by the mortals bipolar
Dan't seem to ever get my Personalitys in order
Discussions irrational never felt so Colder
I scream in her face when all I wana Do is hold her
Don't take much to give my Emotions a stir

Lately this shit all just a blur
I been drinking and words starting So slur
Shorty is a freak she like the way I Make her kitty purr
I said shut the fuck up and say yes sir

But I promise I did not mean it that Way
I struggle with this desiese every day
Never know witch game my brain Will want to play all I can do I'd sit n Pray

Isn't it interesting the way we given The ability to think
But chose a few that cant control it Unless they drink
I am so sick of the sad days making Me happy and happy days suicidal
1 Quick fuck up this could turn Homicidal
Creeping through the shadows of perrin beitel
Tyna find something slightly more Desirable
So stay invaluable to the mission
I'll follow my intuition but when I Make it out don't wana hear u Bitchin
Vibes to decide all of the lies
What is the bigger picture what is The prize
Correction or department of Correction so sick of chasing Perfection

Bipolar than a motherfucker need to Get a new bottle of pills
I take my meds every hour so I I ndont get the chills
Idk any longer how exactly sober Feels

So write me the prescription
So I Can float back into a world of non Fiction
Doing life my way with no Restrictions
Fuck it I'm 26 and I got 3 evictions
A felony and bad credit
I spend my life writing shity rhymes n posting on red it
I drink all the time and I dont regret it
Couse bipolar than a motherfucker Need to get a new bottle of pills
I take my meds every hour so I
I dont get the chills
Idk any longer how exactly sober f
Feels