Текст песни Slippin - Doov

I need a grip on my life
Mixing and sipping the sprite
Still on the tip of the knife
Lord, am I living it right
I feel it slipping at night
Things that I did outta spite
Tripping and picking to fight
Things that I hid outta sight

(Wait wait wait, run that shit back)

I need a grip on my life
Mixing and sipping the sprite
Still on the tip of the knife
Lord, am I living it right
I feel it slipping at night
Things that I did outta spite
Tripping and picking to fight
Things that I hid outta sight
Tryna keep it inside
All gonna come to the light

In between thought and action
On the surface tryna scratch in
From the cradle to the casket
From the furnace to the ashes
Tryna feast, tryna ration
Bear the burden like a fashion
Barely hurting but it's lasting
Always searching rarely havin

Paranoid and superstitious
Hoops we jumping through to suit religion
Suits we jump into for coupes and bitches
Routes we running through the loop is vicious
News cajole the troops and spew division
You control your moves with who's decision
Truth is hard to chew, it's too indifferent
Who gon help me through I fear I'm slipping

I need a grip on my life
Mixing and sipping that sprite
Still on the tip of the knife
Tell me Lord, am I living it right
Cus I feel it slipping at night
I feel it slipping at night
I feel it slipping tonight

Call God but he might not pick up
Think he getting sick of me
Playing victim
Need a victory
Like a game of pick up
Cus my losing streak only getting bigger
And I'm losing sleep over indecision
Sitting over me till I'm in submission
Til it got me weak and I can't finish it
When you at this speed, it's a bad collision
If I ever freeze then I ain't living
I can't sit still for a minute, I fidget
My inner peace is not in existence
I don't where all these pieces went missing
Try to find em, try to fit em
Gotta get up, gotta get em
But what's gon happen if don't
And who gon help me, Lord, I'm slipping

I need a grip on my life
Mixing and sipping the sprite
Still on the tip of the knife
Lord, am I living it right
I feel it slipping at night
Things that I did outta spite
Tripping and picking to fight
Things that I hid outta sight
Tryna keep it inside
All gonna come to the light