paroles de chanson BIPOLAR! (Album Edition) - Double

Honestly, I'm convinced that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning
I'm in a mood, if you get what I mean
Regardless, if you don't like me, go fuck yourself

Pull up, I pull up, I air it out, cannot compare if you talk about money
You talk your shit, and you think that you know me, you stupid, you look like a dummy
Blade to my wrist and I cut it up, wrap me in bandages, look like a mummy
That boy just mad he ain't got it like us, that's why he dressin' so bummy

Pull up, I pull up, I air it out, cannot compare if you talk about money
You talk your shit, and you think that you know me, you stupid, you look like a dummy
Blade to my wrist and I cut it up, wrap me in bandages, look like a mummy
That boy just mad he ain't got it like us, that's why he dressin' so bummy

Told me I might use a hook, think I'm generic like all of these fakes
You can run up on Double, but if you want action, get shot in the face
I chop you up just for talking down, know I ain't catching no case
I feel medieval, I'm creeping in chainmail, I run around swinging a mace

I took some pills, tried to fade away
I'll fucking do it again
Lied on my name and you fucked up my life
Finger to you and your friends
All of you liars, you did enough, fuck all the bullshit, now this is the end
Burn it to ashes, I'm walking away, I cannot fucking pretend

I'm done with downplaying, and I'm done with lying
I'm a motherfuckin' murderer
All of you rappers inside of my DMs
Bitch, I never heard of you

All you liars, you causing these problems inside of my chest
I creep the streets of the ghetto, I'm strapped with a knife and a motherfucking bulletproof vest

Oh, you really upset
Good, because you fucking deserve it
I flick a match on the gas, light it up, see me laughing while you burn, bitch
I put the gat to your cap, I squeeze the trigger and feel no concern, bitch
You cannot speak on the cheddar I made
Why? Cause I fucking earned it

Pull up, I pull up, I air it out, cannot compare if you talk about money
You talk your shit, and you think that you know me, you stupid, you look like a dummy
Blade to my wrist and I cut it up, wrap me in bandages, look like a mummy
That boy just mad he ain't got it like us, that's why he dressin' so bummy

Pull up, I pull up, I air it out, cannot compare if you talk about money
You talk your shit, and you think that you know me, you stupid, you look like a dummy
Blade to my wrist and I cut it up, wrap me in bandages, look like a mummy
That boy just mad he ain't got it like us, that's why he dressin' so bummy