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Twisted Insane( Michael Johnson )
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Slippin (feat. Khadijah Lopez)
[Verse 1]
I ain't trippin' that you left, maybe it'll work out for the best
They already give it to me just because the rap thing
Maybe they just acting, but I ain't really trippin'
Baby get some more where that came
Take her to the room and she don't even know my name
But I don't even know her name, so then what does that make me?
So ignorant when they in the club pourin' liquor
Actin' like a nigga mama didn't raise me
I ain't got nobody with me from the past
So I get into the car and get lost in the bar scene
Feel like Imma pass out, I always seem to black out
And always I'm forgetting where I'm parking
Bathe in the Henny, I'm a maniac
You take me to ya term and I can tell you just they react
Throw me in the eyes, shake my hand until you take me back
Back into the dark cause I'm a bum and I'mma make a rap
Drunk when I enter, always I be faded
People tell me I could be the greatest if I didn't do it
Fiendin' for the fluid
Put the bottle down onto the ground and try to focus on my music
Maybe they gon look at me and see me as a person
Instead of a precedent, coulda been worse
Put one up in my shirt, now homie away in a hearse
Never to be seen again as they bury me in the dirt
I'm always actin' like everything is okay
But really deep inside, my brain so scrambled
I am only human, I'm feelin' what I am feelin'
And I don't even really know how much more I can handle
Back at the bar when I take another shot
Because I really ain't got nobody - in my life but my kids
Fuck a wife while I'm starin' down the barrel of a shotty
I'm slippin'
[Hook]
Slippin' cause it's easier than dippin'
When I'm flippin'
I can barely concentrate on flippin' cause I'm slippin'
Cold straight pimpin' my mind out
And It ain't fair, but it's ending oh
I'm like some ice frozen rubber bendin'
And I resign so I quit pretendin'
Cause at the bottom you should be ascending
Who's got some hope?
Are they down for lending?
Some hope? Down for lending?
Slippin'...
Some, some hope? Down for lending?
Slippin'...
[Verse 2: Charles Xavier]
I'm feelin' like I'm slippin' all day, drink fool
And you know for sure that sippin' on blades, he cool
So don't worry bout a nigga and his pain, he could
Vouch whenever they mention on my name, people
Try to get into my club but while I'm posted
Wonder when I'm done. Will try to see who I associate with
Like they gun up in they fit
Better try to pin 'em, might a nigga try to blow me
Fake bitch
You can absorb that, shoot it like I had my gun
On a war pacts you can have ya whore back
I don't really care about her nigga, I already had my fun
And I'm on to the next
And I make another drink and I pop another pill
And I'm thinking to the shrink cause I never see it clear
But a nigga bout to when they track another rear
And this is all day
Homie I don't play, woulda fit that, hit a cosign
No way that I'm gon stop losin' my mind
Insane and I'm gon drop into my prime
Bitch, mark my words, I be super humble but you niggas finna fumble in a darkside hearse
Drop a couple bottles but I (?) to a shuttle thinkin' you the shit, it must have been a fart I heard
And I really wish that I could operate sober without havin' to take the vodka to the face
And I really wish that I could be a great but I'm lookin' for the shots and I drop 'em into place
Then I run through another fuckin' fifth case I ain't really got nobody
With the bottom of a bottle and my foot up on a throttle when a nigga try to leave this party
I'm slippin'...
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