Slippery Slope
Don't talk about hope
No better way to cope
It's a slippery slope
Smoke trees not dope
Yea that boy in his feels
Makes songs that heal
April baby, I'm made from pressure
Diamond in the rough, didn't know I was treasure
Is it sin if it's guilty pleasure
I don't know what's the mark to measure
God dont text me back when I vent
Seen three dots, guess I'm not heaven sent
Where's my karma, years I spent
Money I invest, didn't make cents
Couldn't save dimes, so I ran up my Dime bank
Better not ask me, hey where's my thanks
My opinions formed, yall read it
Dont need your comments, this not Reddit
Your only truth is convenient facts
And I got the cure, but they scared of the vax
Dreams no faith in the USA
It was hard work and PUA's
From the bottom no SBAs
On the grind like them SB Days
(Yea)
Dreams no faith in the USA
From the bottom no SBAs
(Yea)
For my brother in the sky
Hope you hear this while you fly
Don't talk about hope
Bro died, can't cope
It's a slippery slope
Life on a tight rope
Easy to fall leant on the ledge
House on a cliff life's on the edge
Josephine, hoarder of fears
Unfortunate like Baudelaires
Was a kid, learnt life's not fair
Hurt in a Mad World, Tears For Fears
Hit my goals, then solo cheers
No love here, single for years
For me it's death or wealth
Since God took away my health
Been hard just to love myself
Mayday, it's a call for help
Since God took away my health
Been hard just to love myself
(Yea)
For me it's death or wealth
Mayday, it's a call for help
No better way to cope
It's a slippery slope
Smoke trees not dope
Yea that boy in his feels
Makes songs that heal
April baby, I'm made from pressure
Diamond in the rough, didn't know I was treasure
Is it sin if it's guilty pleasure
I don't know what's the mark to measure
God dont text me back when I vent
Seen three dots, guess I'm not heaven sent
Where's my karma, years I spent
Money I invest, didn't make cents
Couldn't save dimes, so I ran up my Dime bank
Better not ask me, hey where's my thanks
My opinions formed, yall read it
Dont need your comments, this not Reddit
Your only truth is convenient facts
And I got the cure, but they scared of the vax
Dreams no faith in the USA
It was hard work and PUA's
From the bottom no SBAs
On the grind like them SB Days
(Yea)
Dreams no faith in the USA
From the bottom no SBAs
(Yea)
For my brother in the sky
Hope you hear this while you fly
Don't talk about hope
Bro died, can't cope
It's a slippery slope
Life on a tight rope
Easy to fall leant on the ledge
House on a cliff life's on the edge
Josephine, hoarder of fears
Unfortunate like Baudelaires
Was a kid, learnt life's not fair
Hurt in a Mad World, Tears For Fears
Hit my goals, then solo cheers
No love here, single for years
For me it's death or wealth
Since God took away my health
Been hard just to love myself
Mayday, it's a call for help
Since God took away my health
Been hard just to love myself
(Yea)
For me it's death or wealth
Mayday, it's a call for help
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Writer(s): Victor Rivera
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