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jivin scientists - bipolor lyrics

one, two

i don’t wanna live

we’ll it’s the same old same old song again
the rain fall to quick
the fog too thick to my future with
you know the emo sh+t
ain’t that how us white boys are suppose to spit
i wish i had a gun, and some bullets
for the next time they i sound like slug, son, i’m gonna pull it
and i don’t usually choose to k!ll humans in my music
but i’m in the mood, and yo the devil made me do it (hahaha)
screw it, pursue it, avenge all the pain
‘cuz i don’t wanna live on this rock anyway
and i don’t wanna give everything i have to say
‘cuz i don’t wanna give my family a bad name
but i can taste my own blood when i bite my tonguе
and i can smell the hint of residuum whеn i clear my lungs
this hip+hop music use to be fun
until i quit my job and tried to pay the rent when i bust
(you’re really not that good at this)
it’s the hip+hop blues
i need some inspiration cuz i murdered my muse
i sick of layin raps, tired of payin my dues
singin + i don’t wanna live (this is like the…)
it’s the hip+hop blues
i need some inspiration cuz i murdered my muse
my girlfriend left me for some dude in my crew
(how’s she’s gonna leave you for a 23 year old diabetic virgin?)
now you can play the role of the optimist
i’ll take the role of the b+tch
you can try to talk me up, but i won’t listen to sh+t
i’m puttin down the mic
i’m gonna speak with my fists
dewey binns + 8bit cynical pessimist, you feel me?
cuz i’m the (?)
i’m really done with livin’ on
unless i make a silly song that might make me a milli+on
check check one two it this even on
but f+ck that, f+ck rap
breathin, i’ma cut back
i couldn’t hang if i was a n+ts+ck
(hey dewey man, you on your meds still?)

we keep it movin for the people
keep it movin for the love
keep it movin for the city and the state that we from
keep it movin for the late nights, fights, and the stress
we keep it movin (movin)
until our dreams manifest
and don’t ask me if i units, i move crowds
you ain’t even moved out your mom’s house
shut your mouth
and i ain’t worried about some record label offer
i’m a true contribution to the culture
it’s full of braggin’ bosters, rich kids, and the motor homers
for the hipsters, the women, and the punk+rock posers
it don’t matter if you’re down south or in the west coast
it don’t matter if its wranglers or your triple five song
goin’ old in this music, believe me i know
i went from locker room rap, to on the road doin shows
in oklahoma studios, k!llin’ livin room sessions
welcome to my motherf+ckin’ message (dewey binns)

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