Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manic, artist - King Iso. Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Song language: English
Manic |
| Sound like Kush and coffee |
| At the same time being characterized a whole bunch of |
| Cataclysmic events, yeah |
| Back on these drugs |
| Back to me packing these guns |
| Back to me swacking these sluts |
| Rapping be fun |
| But after not having these funds |
| Faggot we snatching refunds |
| Stack-stacking me some |
| The Devil said that is me plug |
| Get at him for a bag indeed huh |
| Had to freeze up in oblivion |
| That’ll be nuts, then I said nigga that ain’t enough |
| Sick-sick-sick of this Adam Eve stuff |
| It prolly mean AM-PM, back to sleep blood |
| Think about it after thee sun |
| Leaves us, shit’ll get dark like matter, see umm |
| If Heaven is real like Palestine |
| Bet I get in with more pull than gravity uh |
| My future gon' bubble like Japanese gum |
| Around black and on heads like acne bumps |
| Matter of fact here we come |
| Me and my two split damn personalities chumps |
| Shit gotta hap' at least once |
| Told my doctor I’m boolin' |
| Been back in three months |
| Spazzing out randomly huh |
| Ain’t shit sweet he ain’t never had a cavity huh |
| 'Cause positive shit don’t start without the negative |
| I learned that when I had my battery jumped skrrt |
| Speed through traffic, heater packin', pushin' |
| Hoes aside my soldier, nigga here the cavalry comes |
| Packin' two tools that’ll shoot you |
| Lack of medicine, my head is spinning like a ballerina |
| Turning all impulsive leads to murder |
| If I don’t know it I’m impotent |
| Doc he told me I’ll be back in these scrubs |
| I don’t know what the fuck I am talking about right now with these voices in my |
| head are really brackin' me up |
| I’m manic |
| Nigga I’m manic, bitch I’m manic, blood I’m manic |
| Fuck, I been- fuck, I been- fuck- fuck- fuck, I been manic |
| You ever been manic? |
| You ain’t never been manic |
| Yeah I’m manic, shit |
| ADHD ain’t real, babies can’t eat they pills |
| Can’t pay bills, take away green they steal |
| Can’t get home but maybe they free base still |
| Plated they streets they steel but everybody broke |
| Like Pangea, can’t eat, make meals |
| How you paying road tax for the freeway |
| Real cold world outside bet even wind can’t chill |
| Country in debt but affected like Man-del-a Howie make deals |
| Broke in the Promised Land, moron that |
| Oxy can’t rid you of the pain ill |
| How can you say stuff like atmosphere |
| But the world’s flat but here we take hills |
| My nurse I quit toying around, here’s a shot of Haldol |
| Tarrel please stay still |
| Manic glockin' mothersuckers, panic when I run up |
| Gun in hand’ll turn a beef into a cheesesteak Philly |
| The king of all this rapping shit, they treated me like Kaepernick |
| Supporters when they see me 'cause indeed they kneel |
| I see these niggas mad at me preceded by my factory |
| They sweeter than a daiquiri and cheesecake meal |
| Your girl is on my genitals, they callin' me the general |
| 'Cause y’all know what I’m finna do, indeed make mills |
| Fuck you niggas talking about |
| These suckers done forgot about |
| The side effects I’m dealing with like each day still |
| I just want a bunch of pretty bitches that’ll kick it |
| Like I’m Eastbay and I’ma call 'em itchbay for real |
| Spending all this money, digging on designer shit |
| It’s not too funny when you can’t control your weekdays fill |
| Another prescription, I’m 'bout to dip with some friction |
| You motherfuckers are fiction, my nigga he ain’t real |
| I’m manic |
| Nigga I’m manic, bitch I’m manic, blood I’m manic |
| Fuck, I been- fuck, I been- fuck- fuck- fuck, I been manic |
| You ever been manic? |
| You ain’t never been manic |
| Yeah I’m manic, shit |
| When I’m manic, I just wanna dick a million sluts, bitches |
| When I’m manic, I just wanna spend a million bucks, spend it |
| When I’m manic, I just want some liquor in my cup, sippin' |
| When I’m manic, I just wanna hit a million drugs, trippin' |
| When I’m manic, I just wanna kill a million thugs, slippin' |
| When I’m manic, I’m upbeat but really low as fuck, distant |
| When I’m manic, I get stuck in these ways, it won’t budge, sticking |
| When I’m manic, I don’t think and just start going dumb, ignant |
| Spending 'til I’m penny-pinching, fucking reckless |
| Fuck a bunch of pretty bitches unprotected |
| Everybody sleeping but I’m up and festive |
| Had a Red Bull and a bump for breakfast |
| Ignoring all calls with a custom message |
| Receptors in my brain are all unreceptive |
| Can’t sit calm 'cause I’m young and restless |
| And somethin' somethin' forgot what the fucking rest is |
| I’m manic |
| Nigga I’m manic, bitch I’m manic, blood I’m manic |
| Fuck, I been- fuck, I been- fuck- fuck- fuck, I been manic |
| You ever been manic? |
| You ain’t never been manic |
| Yeah I’m manic, shit |