High Roller
High Roller's Tale: A Bipolar Journey of Excess and Redemption
Lyrics
I'm a high roller, straight bipolar, wastin' dollars
I embrace a lavish lifestyle, experience mood swings, and spend money carelessly.
Get one of 'em high, I'm a Christian boy wearin' white collars
Despite my affluent lifestyle, I identify with Christian values, symbolized by wearing white collars.
My crimes white-collar, mom didn't raise no fucking scholar
Engaged in non-violent, white-collar crimes; my upbringing didn't mold me into an academic achiever.
Keep my rhymes tight, my band tighter than all of the others
My lyrics are well-crafted, and my band is exceptionally skilled compared to others in the industry.
Don't hang around, can't you tell, take a little hint
I prefer solitude; my actions convey a subtle message to keep a distance.
My car surround sound with borderline illegal tint
My car has an impressive sound system with possibly illegal tinted windows.
My girl a clown now I swear it don't make any sense
My current romantic partner behaves foolishly, and the situation seems perplexing.
I love nobody, high roller 'til the very end
I claim not to love anyone and embrace a high-rolling lifestyle until the end.
Diamond chain, couple racks written on it
I wear a diamond chain with a significant amount of money mentioned on it.
Broke the banks with my latest deposit
I've made substantial deposits, breaking the banks with my financial transactions.
Money keep pourin' in like it's out of a faucet
Money continues to flow abundantly, resembling water pouring from a faucet.
These hoes keep buttering me when I'm tryna make a profit
Despite financial success, dealing with people who flatter me for personal gain is challenging.
Still can't buy a new soul when I'm left broken hearted
Even with wealth, I cannot mend the emotional wounds when facing heartbreak.
My eyes seeping red thinking back when we started
Reflecting on the past, my eyes express sadness, possibly related to the beginning of a relationship.
I'm grieving hard can't sew up the wound that she left
I am deeply mourning and unable to heal from the emotional damage left by a previous relationship.
Got a new girl and made her repent
I have entered a new romantic relationship and influenced my partner to repent for past actions.
'Cuz I'm a, I'm a
Reiteration of the high-rolling lifestyle, bipolar tendencies, and extravagant spending.
I'm a high roller, straight bipolar, wastin' dollars
Reiteration of the initial line expressing a lavish lifestyle and mood swings.
Get one of 'em high, I'm a Christian boy wearin' white collars
Reiteration of being a Christian with affluent habits represented by white collars.
My crimes white-collar, mom didn't raise no fucking scholar
Reiteration of involvement in non-violent crimes and not conforming to scholarly expectations.
Keep my rhymes tight, my band tighter than all of the others
Reiteration of the quality of my lyrics and the exceptional talent of my band.
Don't hang around, can't you tell, take a little hint
Reiteration of a preference for solitude and sending subtle signals to keep a distance.
My car surround sound with borderline illegal tint
Reiteration of the impressive sound system in my car with potentially illegal tinted windows.
My girl a clown now I swear it don't make any sense
Reiteration of the peculiar behavior of my current romantic partner.
I love nobody, high roller 'til the very end
Reiteration of a proclaimed lack of love for anyone and commitment to a high-rolling lifestyle.
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