Slippin
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree!
You caught me slippin' slippin'
Ain't no signs of life in this business
Now I'm slippin' and it's like
Lemme grip my mic
Grip it grip it
Feelin' like it's Christmas
When you get the bag
Same feelin' you had
When you got the sack
Flip it flip it
Went from 8th's gotta O now
Hoppin' on the road
To the O-Town, go south
And let it all fall down like!
Now I'm wide awake,
Pistol on his hip is in the safe
Got a pilly in his pocket
Wonder what it's made of
Wonder if my life is fuckin' made up
Wonder what's gonna happen if I
Chuck this 'nade up
Told 'em sheesh!
It's boutta hundred degrees
And I can't pay my heat without a fuckin increase
Okay now,
I let it all fall down like!
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
I look down upon the ground
And it's staring at me
What's it like to take flight?
So I'm spreading my wings
I let the wind tickle feathers and I start to feel free
But
Now I'm rippin' rippin'
Gotta funny smell around my coat
Stench smells like burnt hair
Ashtrays and draino
Treat this shit like a mighty campaign
I'm fueled by cigarettes and gas station champagne
And I was taken, I got hoes now
Fifty bitches deep and they're all
Tryna throw down
Just wanna fuckin' throw it down like!
And on my worst days I spiral
Always reaching for what I shouldn't
I lean into desire
There ain't a thing that I wouldn't
I'm always worried about the outcome
Try not to let myself trip
But at the bottom of this bottle
I just wanna let it slip
I just wanna throw it down
Surrender into nothing
Try to fend off the bullshit
But the tough times keep comin'
So if you find my marbles
Lemme know, I want 'em back
I'm on my third day of blurred lines
And I'm slippin' to the cracks
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree!
You caught me slippin' slippin'
Ain't no signs of life in this business
Now I'm slippin' and it's like
Lemme grip my mic
Grip it grip it
Feelin' like it's Christmas
When you get the bag
Same feelin' you had
When you got the sack
Flip it flip it
Went from 8th's gotta O now
Hoppin' on the road
To the O-Town, go south
And let it all fall down like!
Now I'm wide awake,
Pistol on his hip is in the safe
Got a pilly in his pocket
Wonder what it's made of
Wonder if my life is fuckin' made up
Wonder what's gonna happen if I
Chuck this 'nade up
Told 'em sheesh!
It's boutta hundred degrees
And I can't pay my heat without a fuckin increase
Okay now,
I let it all fall down like!
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
Every time I slip I'm fallin' outta that tree
I look down upon the ground
And it's staring at me
What's it like to take flight?
So I'm spreading my wings
I let the wind tickle feathers and I start to feel free
But
Now I'm rippin' rippin'
Gotta funny smell around my coat
Stench smells like burnt hair
Ashtrays and draino
Treat this shit like a mighty campaign
I'm fueled by cigarettes and gas station champagne
And I was taken, I got hoes now
Fifty bitches deep and they're all
Tryna throw down
Just wanna fuckin' throw it down like!
And on my worst days I spiral
Always reaching for what I shouldn't
I lean into desire
There ain't a thing that I wouldn't
I'm always worried about the outcome
Try not to let myself trip
But at the bottom of this bottle
I just wanna let it slip
I just wanna throw it down
Surrender into nothing
Try to fend off the bullshit
But the tough times keep comin'
So if you find my marbles
Lemme know, I want 'em back
I'm on my third day of blurred lines
And I'm slippin' to the cracks
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Writer(s): Kyler Low
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