Текст песни Bipolar Made Beats (At The Verge) - Tyler Ellicott

Bring the shit back, when I ran around the track
How did I react when Bipolar made me fat?
I got my Life in a grasp, But that shit didn't last
I fly American Flags, I'm proud and that's a fact
No apology I Brag Just don't burn my Flag
Or I'll Kick your Ass, Even if you were Shaq
This guy bowls how about that, Bowling Shit's a lotta Math
Hit the pocket down the path, and drop em like a sack
Understand what I had, Found Music now I'm Glad
You ain't gotta feel my Wrath, Cuz I'm no longer Mad

He's Not, He used to be, Not Used to be, He's gonna Be
I just might need a Priest, I got the mark of the beast
Bipolar made Beats, Did the Most, Now I do the Least
Food's what I need, Cooking for myself is like a feast
Roll up my sleeves. See my Album Covers over Seas
I Must Succeed, Though Success is not guaranteed
So what are these? These Hands that have done dirty deeds
You Cannot Hurt Me, I Heard that is a good read
Til I'm Deceased, I'm gonna do what the fuck I please
Really?, Damn! Jeeze! Get off your knees there ain't nothing free