Bi-polar Lyrics - Hidden Stash Ii: The Kream Of The Krop - Kottonmouth Kings

Wasted away, trapped in their maze 

Gotta get out 

My punk rock?s dirty, my hip hop?s clean 

One side has rust the other triple beam 

One side is crazy, phat the other?s pissed 

And mean half of me?s got problems 

The other lives a dream 

Well, I'm bi-polar, I'm confused 

Split personality, I don't know which to chose 

One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor 

Count me out a thousand times, I still come back for more 

We barely just began but already you're done 

Get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun 

'Cause I ain't even begun barely dented my stash 

Open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it?s time for you to dash 

Where you gonna go when it?s time to dash 

Grab your sack, don't forget your cash 

Life moves fast gotta chose your path 

Live while you live 'cause it might be your last 

Watch your back it might be over 

Sometimes I feel bi-polar 

I get confused I don't know where to go 

So I stop, slow the tempo 

I ain't got hours in my day to smoke with people like you 

Wastin' my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse 

With crooked views at first, I questioned and these unpaid dues 

Confuse me not, no second guessin' session veterans never lose 

Grab your pipe 'cause you look confused 

Rockin' the mic with your unpaid dues 

Life?s a bitch we win or lose 

How many people don't got a clue 

Don't got a clue gotta figure it out 

Kottonmouth Kings will put it in your mouth 

Eeh haw, don't feed the donkeys me and my honkeys 

Smoke that sonkey 

Yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye 

Got nothin' 

Got nothing to say 

The system is full of sharks, the water?s not that deep 

A bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve 

Their poisoning my weed, I think I'm gonna bleed 

And now I'm gonna jump 

Well, I'm bi-polar, I'm confused 

Split personality, I don't know which to chose 

One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor 

Count me out a thousand times, I still come back for more 

Suburbs surprise open your eyes and get a grip on your scene 

Realize your life?s alive and not a fairytale dream 

Most comfortable with slow flow shows, how I like my things 

And never pass a packed bowl, unless you know there's some green 

Like whoa, burning to the floor 

I'm feelin' faded give me some more 

Drank a beer and rolled a splif 

I do what I do you suck my dick 

If you don't like it I don't give a fuck 

I just took a shit and I just threw up 

Blow it out your butt and out my throat 

I choke and slow the tempo 

Going, going, gone just put it out of the park 

Another win for home team just put the bite with our bark 

Just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark 

You'll never get your bowl burnin' if you don't got the spark 

Pick it back up 'cause you might get piped 

Slow your roll, put your shoes on tight 

Too much smokin' you might get done 

I'm done, nothin' no one 

One side throw up 

The other side full of love 

How many live today, got nothing but a big phat blunt 

You're done 

Got nothin', got nothing to say 

Got nothin' 

You're done