Lyrics:
I'm gone 'cause I'm stuck off a Zone
I'm Half baked like the Guy on the couch
I don't get high on my grouch
So I puff on my line and be out
I call
You called by a different name
While sitting there looking so lame
Mood swings kick in the evening
Get down you're not leaving
Your inability to be
outside in a city full of cinder
It’s a pity to be tender on a night like this
We get carried away by a day so calloused
In the waking hours
We live inside
Seize the day
Is what fools say
Before they are brought down
By the gentle grip
Of a future missed
It's right here and right now
Keep feeding
the studio when I'm trapped & stressed no time to rest I ain't slipping if you trip I'm a ride cause with or without you by my side I'm treal to I die
If you
slipping
Cuz when u start to run it up they start making plans about ya
Might think that that's yo bitch she just want some bands up out ya
You gotta watch
Whispers
On the floor
Bodies
I want some more
I'm gonna make you feel
All the things you've never felt
Take you by the hand
While I make your body
slipping away
It keeps slipping
And I don't know about you
But I don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is anymore
I'm surrounded by wide open fields
the mirror now
Slip slip slipping so deep
I hope I wake from this sleep
Slip slip slipping so deep
I'm down by the river
It's true it's so true so true
I'll
slipping away from me
What you're doing, baby
You know it ain't right
I wonder what you're doing
That takes all night
Little by little
Only you know
paradise is you
When everything I know is slipping out of view
My paradise is you, my paradise is you
You
My heaven is you
The runners run and the teasers
someone to stand by me
Stand by me, just one time.
I hope somebody stands by me
Stands by me, just one time
I don't understand,
It's slipping through
Verse 1 â?? Suffa
I was granted an audience in the devils maze,
I sat by his throne and we talked for days,
He told me about his ancient battles with
Hindered by sober restlessness
Submitting to the amber crutch
The theme in my aching prose
The theme in my aching prose
Fantasizing the sight
flags up, yes sir
You a burr that don't mean you dress fly
A lot of people hittin' on me, mad to see me on
You grouch, Oscar, Academy Award
I can play
blind-side and from reading a script
'Cause I am seduced by reaction and under the influence
I'm slipping again
I'm up to old tricks off my wagon
I have
only be nineteen this July
So don't start believing
That your life is slipping by
It's not slipping by
In the early morning hours
When you're feeling so
laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all
You could have
Made up your mind
A 100 times by now
Don't blame me
For slipping away
You could have
Picked up your phone
You could have let me know
Look at the man running the show
Heads in the sand
They don't wanna know
They all gonna go
Go slipping through the cracks
Scared of the truth
So
Look at the man running the show
Heads in the sand
They don't wanna know
They all gonna go
Go slipping through the cracks
Scared of the truth
So
Aye yo I'm slipping
I'm falling
I can't get up
Aye yo I'm slipping
I'm falling
I can't get up
Aye yo I'm slipping
I'm falling
I gots to get up
Get me
She slipping through my fingers, like sand
She slipping through my fingers, like sand
She slipping through my fingers, like sand
She slipping through
the rain
Like a portrait by Monet or
Paul Gauguin
Every line screams perfection
Under the paint
A secret interaction
But you're slipping out of my hands
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