Slippin

[Intro] Sometimes, I feel like I'm fallin' [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' Closely pimpin' my mind though It ain't fair but it's endin' soon I'm like some ice melted rubber bendin' And I resign so I quit pretendin' Cause at the bottom you should be outstanding Who's got some ho fucking (?) Slippin' [Verse 2: Charles Xavier] 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 rocket 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 But the bottom of a bottle and my foot up on a throttle when a nigga try to leave this party I'm slippin'...