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bipolar - ar'mon & trey lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
shoutout my n*gga trey, you know what i’m saying
[?]
you know what i’m saying, it’s a beautiful feeling
yeah, yeah, yeah
you know what i’m saying, you got a responsibility, you take care of that responsibility you feel me (ooh)
eastwave, you cook this?
ooh*ooh*ohh
lowlow turn that up, hey!

[verse 1]
sometimes i wanna ride this s600 ’til the sunset
devil on my mind, i keep on praying i can’t go yet
[?] with the crowd i stood ten toes, i held my own sh*t
f*ck, the family got hands out like i owe ’em sh*t
talked to tyrell yesterday, he was kinda mad
he had felt like i disrespect, ’cause i ain’t call him dad
like what thе f*ck you do for me, don’t wanna call you dad
i don’t give a f*ck, he was in my facе, i’ll probably k!ll his ass
i gotta keep it to a minimum, my, daughter never been with him
so, if this n*gga gone, how the f*ck, she gon’ remember him
you coulda been a father, pops or dad, that word a synonym
don’t tell me ’bout no dark places my n*gga, ’cause i’ve been in them
you can’t try to tell me about that mixed feelings, i been in them
you can’t try to tell me ’bout no trenches ’cause we still in them
[?]
you can’t try to tell me ’bout no trenches ’cause we still in them
[chorus]
traveled on this one*way road
trynna figure out if something goes
read the signs, i do subliminals
lock my heart up like a criminal
i keep taking all these drugs, but, i can’t cope no more
traveled on this one*way road
trynna figure out if something goes
read the signs, i do subliminals
lock my heart up like a criminal
i keep taking all these drugs, but, i can’t cope no more

[verse 2]
i ain’t worried about sh*t, n*gga
whole team keep them sticks, n*gga
from the slums, yeah, i’m a deed, n*gga
made it out had to see the big picture
heated water that was cold on the stove, and we bathed out a pot
and washing our clothes on a door, had to hang and let ’em dry
walked in on my mama, seen her cry
she told me she fed up, she wanna die
hard times better question god like why
i told her, “we straight and i’m gonna provide”
if my brothers call they’ll know i’ma slide
couple m’s, and this b*tch, she gon’ respond, yeah
[chorus]
traveled on this one*way road
trynna figure out if something goes
read the signs, i do subliminals
lock my heart up like a criminal
i keep taking all these drugs, but, i can’t cope no more
traveled on this one*way road
trynna figure out if something goes
all the time, i do subliminals
lock my heart up like a criminal
i keep taking all these drugs, but, i can’t cope no more

- armon trey lyrics

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