Rut

Yes bro, been tryna get hold of ya past few days
Err giz a bell when you get this mate. Sound
Alright Slip, been tryna bell ya mate erm giz a bell back ASAP
Yo Slip, man's been tryna get hold of you for a long time, man.
Hope everything's good, man. Get back to me ASAP
Hiya Dan, It's Kevin, when you get chance will you give me a ring please?
Thanks, speak to you later
Hiya lad, it's only me, I'm just ringing to see how you are, that's all
Erm hope your ok erm give us a quick call if you get chance
All right nothing urgent, all right see you in a bit, bye

Nothing stimulates me, everything irritates me
It's like I've become lazy, perhaps a little crazy
You know I think it's maybe because I miss my baby
But never miss what she did, I think about it daily
I'm bored shitless
Can't be assed training so I lost all my fitness
Need to get back to work so I can fix this
Coz I didn't have no money to get my mum anything for Christmas
Couldn't decide in my worrying mind
What's more important out of money and time
But bottom line is that out the two there's only one I
Am guaranteed to get back and that's something sublime
But it's only a rhyme so don't listen to me
Coz I'm not exactly in a position you wanna be
In coz I've been in a rut sat drinking my tea on the settee
Probably need to socialize and get some vitamin D
See I've been all alone hiding in this hole
Riding on my own, rise and then we fall
Surviving on the dole, eyes been on the ball
But something inside my soul
Holds me back that I don't like at all
But we're built to
Come back stronger from what don't kill you
And if I say I'm gonna do it I will do
I'm growing in the darkness like mildew
And always will be MC Slip, if destroyed still true

Stuck in a rut
Nothing's wrong but something's up
Wasting away, don't give a fuck, na
Need to get out my bed, need to get out my head
Stuck in a rut
Nothing's wrong but something's up
Wasting away, don't give a fuck, na
Need to get out my bed, need to get out my head

Can't sleep
Counted so many sheep it's got me feeling like I'm little Bo Peep
I'm in it so deep
Like I've no reason or direction
To feel anything less than this seasonal depression
Down in the dumps
This condition's had me off work for six months
Always knew I was a sick cunt
Bored of being bored, crawling up the walls
Never opening my door to anyone
Ignoring all my calls
I need routine
Sommet to do like a new queen
I used to smoke daily on a Q of green
Got me through my teens
But I stopped blazing when I were 32
And now I'm stuck for something to do
So I crawl in bed, take another dose of meds
Watch aa load of episodes of Walking Dead
Wake up soaking wet in my sweat
Cause and effect
Coping mechanisms coke and Henny sippin'
But I know it's all in my head
Gotta rip the plaster off, grip the Kalashnikov
Hit them bastards up until their heads come off
Inject some testosterone in myself
Become the big boss of all
Who? Him? What's he called?
Him with the rhymes that's off the wall
Me, the one that the imitators try to be
Him who the up and comers call an OG
Well setbacks are set ups for comebacks see
S.L.I.P, I.D.S.T

Stuck in a rut
Nothing's wrong but something's up
Wasting away, don't give a fuck, na
Need to get out my bed, need to get out my head
Stuck in a rut
Nothing's wrong but something's up
Wasting away, don't give a fuck, na
Need to get out my bed, need to get out my head