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• Artiste: KitschKrieg
• Titre: Slipping Away
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Yo, look, yo, I'm slipping away Take my shit like say we ain't paid Moving hot with a brick at the base It's laughs now till I put that blick in your face I whip that yay' and put food on corners Dad went there, had a two and a quarter Most dangerous when I'm backed in a corner Think it's a game till I'm sat in a sauna I'm slipping away So much to lose, still act like I ain't Need me a win, bro I can't get a break I'm a public figure with a gun on my waist (Skrrt) Spots know could of put packs on trains Plugs know better than to sell 'em bricks open I send tops back like my bitch does clothing (KITSCHKRIEG) B from PK, whip german If I didn't sell crack, next man are earning I'm, I'm posted on the corner I'm still taking orders, orders outside I can see a pound sign evеry time I see a fiend I'm slowly slipping away Slipping away Slipping away Day by day Slipping away I got a load of drugs I'm on the cornеr flying Still gotta watch for sirens It's tiring, you know I ain't the only one All of my guys live like this Still, I'm counting fivers, mm-hmm In a black SUV, GLE 63 Ain't no point racing me Ain't no way you taking me I need a bag chasing me I made a rack from A to B All of my shots waving me All of my shots waving me I'm, I'm posted on the corner I'm still taking orders, orders outside I can see a pound sign every time I see a fiend I'm slowly slipping away Slipping away Slipping away Day by day Slipping away Yo, look, yo I'm slipping away (Yeah) Times that I prayed, shit, ain't nothin changed (Ha) Pack full of rocks and threes for a lane Pull up in that RS and I flood the estate Yo, now the blenders broke (Baow) B Dust on my kicks and it still got sold I sent man shop and I sent man O (Yeah) Rotate runners can't get too comfy Blood, sweat and bine got the phone jumping (Baow) It could have been us, but you move funky I got brown in the press, white in the 'rex (Whip) Make two bricks disappear, no stress They know what I'm on, I don't send no texts (No way) Eighteen white girls all left wet Young boy can't leave til it all gets pebbed From a quarter to all these Z's, yeah I'm posted on the corner I'm still taking orders, orders outside I can see a pound sign every time I see a fiend I'm slowly slipping away Slipping away Slipping away Day by day Slipping away Slipping away