Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bipolar , by - 6 Dogs. Song from the album Hi-Hats & Heartaches, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.10.2019
Record label: 6 Dogs
Song language: English
Bipolar |
| Yo, I’m so tired |
| Pretty Pacc |
| I’m so tired |
| Hey, Hanzo |
| 808's sound like the thunder outside |
| So we make tracks in the basement at night |
| It can be scary at the top of the ride |
| What goes up must fall sometimes |
| 808's sound like the thunder outside |
| So we make tracks in the basement at night |
| It can be scary at the top of the ride |
| What goes up must fall sometimes |
| I wish it didn’t have to get dark before the light |
| Wish I didn’t have to take these pills every night |
| Bipolar boy, yeah, I was born to shine |
| Lights black and white, 'least I see the bright side |
| On the bright side, tears make rainbows |
| On the bright side, dead get halos |
| When I get sad why I always lay low? |
| When I get sad why I never say so? |
| Why I always keep it all to myself? |
| (To myself) |
| Prolly 'cause I’m always scared of their help (Of their help) |
| Drown underneath the rain that it fell (That it fell) |
| Least I’m underwater countin' all this kelp (Countin' racks) |
| Yeah, countin' green in a foreign (Countin' racks) |
| Yeah, I count sheep, then I’m dreamin' (Count fast) |
| Now this treehouse is a fortress (Dreams) |
| Got an active imagination (Dreams) |
| 808's sound like the thunder outside |
| So we make tracks in the basement at night |
| It can be scary at the top of the ride |
| What goes up must fall sometimes |
| 808's sound like the thunder outside |
| So we make tracks in the basement at night |
| It can be scary at the top of the ride |
| What goes up must fall sometimes |
| What goes up must fall almost always |
| So I try to go up, up into deep space |
| Then I get lost and I wander through the hallways |
| Every day lost, gets a lot worse each day |
| The higher that I go, the smaller my own shadow gets |
| Small dark spot on the ground, that’s the target |
| The higher that I go, the smaller my own shadow gets |
| Hate that shadow 'cause that’s where my face hits |
| Countin' racks |
| Countin' fast |
| Dreams |
| Got an active imagination |
| Dreams, dreamin' |