| Yeah, yeah
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| I’m bipolar, that’s to say the least, yeah
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| Won’t die sober, you know that’s a reach for
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| Thousand feelings in me breaking free, Lord
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| But all I ever wanted was to be
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| I cop a chain, it still don’t look like me, ayy
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| Look for my father, say he rest in peace
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| I see more than dollar signs, got bigger dreams, yeah
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| I think about it when I’m overseas
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| This shit comes in waves
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| This shit comes in waves
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| Ah, said I got waves for you
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| Yeah, I got waves
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| Pressure on the way and it don’t ever change
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| My homie said the same, I think he feel my pain
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| Riding in L.A. up on that interstate, yeah
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| Smoking all my problems, that’s the great escape
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| These people throw me dollars to get on the stage
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| But I don’t always feel like I should conversate
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| I throw on a face and hide behind these shades
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| But still I be okay, you know all gon' be straight
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| I’m so good at faking smiles it should get me a job
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| Open up them vials, but be cautious, bruh
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| I can’t make amends between and God
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| But Imma ride the waves, you know I got this, bruh
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| This shit comes in waves
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| This shit comes |