Nick Pratt - Slip Away

Smokin on that killa sticky glue gorilla
I got problems that dun built up it's all too familiar
My mind racin like the relays
All I see is replays
Of all of these mistakes I dun made
But still I press on
Tryin not to stress long
Tryin not to step wrong
On that gas like chevron
This pressure that I'm facin ain't been weighin on my neck long
But they tryna Big Floyd a nigga
Got me sick as Florida, nigga
Feel ain't no love for a nigga
Know they would extort a nigga
Before they support a nigga
Life been a blood sport for niggas
Prison tryna court a nigga
That's a date I'm tryna skip
Jumpin right in side my whip and ride it like Ghost Rider - shit
Got my mind on fire bitch I'm clearing out tha sack
Got my windows cracked a bit I'm airing out tha 'Lac
Aint got no air I'm flat but bitch I swear I'm bouncing back
And then I'm rollin on I can't stay near where I been at
Hol up
Smokin on dank
Tryna keep my mind straight
Got some shit I need to face
Rather let it slip away
Smokin on dank
Tryna keep my mind straight
(I'm smokin on dank)
Got some shit I need to face
Rather let it slip away
(Tryna keep shit straight)
Smokin on dank
Soon as I step inside the door you know it's on
Soon as I can let this shit go you know it's gone
Yung nigga don't want no stress
Hater you don't want no plex
Nigga don't bring me problems if we can't work it out like a bow flex - ugh
Nigga don't bring me drama it's gon feel like my posse on broadway
We ain't fitna do no actin but if it's action you can get it broad day
Like Remy
Then i'm pullin off it's a Hemi
Shit I'll pull up on ya on a ten speed smellin like a pound of that sticky
With that "wish-a-nigga-would" energy
Like I wish somebody'd get rid of me
I ain't been who I'm meant to be
At least that's how it appear to me
Too much weight on me mentally, my mind heavy as a Chevy
My body flooded with emotion and my impulses broken like the levees
I'm reactive
Ain't no processing it's just passion
All my rationality is passive
And it's passing me just like classes
And you had to think with my glasses
And my IQ I'd be smart enough to survive fool
But my heart is hurt and my pride too so I'm blowin outta my mind
Fool
Smokin on dank
Tryna keep my mind straight
Got some shit I need to face
Rather let it slip away
Smokin on dank
Tryna keep my mind straight
(I'm smokin on dank)
Got some shit I need to face
Rather let it slip away
(Tryna keep shit straight)
Smokin on dank

Written by:
Nick Pratt

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