Cult Classic - Slip Knot

Walk up to a whip, lick hit, the shit's locked
Gotta eat some food, my stomach's doing crip walks
If cops coming to the scene then Ima get got
Take the blanket in my cell and tie a slip knot

Paper thin weak minds walking all around me
I just want to keep my youth
I'm tryna find the fountain
If I don't love myself everyone around me's doubting
But I don't, so drugs help escape reality
Everybody wanna see my body in a cell
Hell is in the mind,
At least that's what I tell myself
Ain't it funny how the money comes, and when you get it
Everything just disappears and then you get acquitted

Ain't no need for me to slow roll
Ain't gotta pop cars no more
Ain't no need for me to slow roll
Ain't gotta pop cars no more

Pick apart the people tryna pull from my past
Ima call my homie Dan
Make a suicide pact
People always ask me how I do it like that
I just do what I do
What I do is fight back
Pick apart the people tryna pull from my past
Ima call my Homie Dan
Make a suicide pact
People always ask me how I do it like that
I just do what I do
What I do is fight back

Take the blanket in my cell and tie a slip knot
Take the blanket in my cell and tie a slip knot

Written by:
Jerry Groves JR

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