Slip Songtext
von Skrizzly Adams
Slip Songtext
I got my mind on the money, and you know it
I got a pistol full of pain, and it′s showing
Hit the gas and I whip it like it's stolen
And before you see me, I′m gone
I say I'm just trying to find myself
Holding onto nothing with no one else
I don't want to fake it
Holy, when I taste it
Feel myself slipping, I′m gone
Baby girl, yeah, you′re standing there so mean
Let's lie to each other like we were 17
I′m just tryna feel a little pleasure in the pain
When I feel myself slipping, I'm gone
I say I′m just trying to find myself
Holding onto nothing with no one else
I don't want to fake it
Holy, when I taste it
Feel myself slipping, I′m gone
Yeah, I'm just trying to find myself
Holding onto nothing with no one else
I don't want to fake it
Holy, when I taste it
Feel myself slipping, I′m gone
I got my mind on the money, and you know it
I got a pistol full of pain, and it′s showing
Hit the gas and I whip it like it's stolen
And before you see me, I′m gone
I say I'm just trying to find myself
Holding onto nothing with no one else
I don′t want to fake it
Holy, when I taste it
Feel myself slipping, I'm gone
Yeah, I′m just trying to find myself
Holding onto nothing with no one else
I don't want to fake it
Holy, when I taste it
Feel myself slipping, I'm gone
Feel myself slipping, I′m gone
Feel myself slipping, I′m gone
I got a pistol full of pain, and it′s showing
Hit the gas and I whip it like it's stolen
And before you see me, I′m gone
I say I'm just trying to find myself
Holding onto nothing with no one else
I don't want to fake it
Holy, when I taste it
Feel myself slipping, I′m gone
Baby girl, yeah, you′re standing there so mean
Let's lie to each other like we were 17
I′m just tryna feel a little pleasure in the pain
When I feel myself slipping, I'm gone
I say I′m just trying to find myself
Holding onto nothing with no one else
I don't want to fake it
Holy, when I taste it
Feel myself slipping, I′m gone
Yeah, I'm just trying to find myself
Holding onto nothing with no one else
I don't want to fake it
Holy, when I taste it
Feel myself slipping, I′m gone
I got my mind on the money, and you know it
I got a pistol full of pain, and it′s showing
Hit the gas and I whip it like it's stolen
And before you see me, I′m gone
I say I'm just trying to find myself
Holding onto nothing with no one else
I don′t want to fake it
Holy, when I taste it
Feel myself slipping, I'm gone
Yeah, I′m just trying to find myself
Holding onto nothing with no one else
I don't want to fake it
Holy, when I taste it
Feel myself slipping, I'm gone
Feel myself slipping, I′m gone
Feel myself slipping, I′m gone
Writer(s): Daniel Zavaro, Michael Fuchs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com