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Slip (feat. Isms)
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Slip (feat. Isms) was released on February 14, 2023 by meeee baby meeee as a part of the album Music For Women
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Release DateFebruary 14, 2023
Labelmeeee baby meeee
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Dunne
Jon Dunne
Songwriter

Lyrics

(I'm fucked up off these -)
Empty bottles on the floor in my room
Enough for a party, but I swear it's just me
I might have somebody over soon
Might've have had somebody over last week
I say I'm drinking less, it's probably more
I know I promised I'mma turn a new leaf
But everybody want a piece, and I'm so sick of being lonely
I'm fucked up off these pills and I'm thinking 'bout you
Counting my dollars bills and I'm feeling so blue
Know I should probably chill, but the downers got me up late
Silence got me frustrated
Music got me fucked, that's enough
Can't nobody get ahold of you
It takes some effort for you not to be seen
Baby, I know just what you're going through
I know it hurts to lose somebody like me
I'm on the late night
High off the doja
Searching for new vibes
Breeze keep me colder
Boom bap to trap, these beats where I'm s'posed to be
But still, I'm fucked up off these -
(I'm fucked up off these -)
I'm in this bitch and I'm fucked up off these pills and I'm thinking 'bout you
Counting my dollars bills and I'm feeling so blue
Know I should probably chill, but the downers got me up late
Silence got me frustrated
Music got me fucked, that's enough Drake
Oh, wait
Mood ain't get no better off the Coldplay
And no Frank Ocean, got my eyes like some swimming pools
K.Dot hit the spot for a while 'till he start singing 'u'
Got me back down to square one, thinking 'bout you
I text with caps lock off, you switch it off when you're mad
There's better ways of dealing with the feelings that you had
these Texas traits in my heart keep me from hating your ass
You got me close sometimes, that's why we had to
Pack it up like a suitcase
Cup full of juice
In the club on a Tuesday with a butt and a cute face
But it ain't you
I keep on slipping and saying your name
Next I'm slipping and playing your game
Next I'm slipping up into your place, babe
We can't keep doing this, you know where it's about to go
Swear this the seventh time this month alone your heart been broke
I tried to warn you, baby, told the truth, this ain't no joke
Fight with my demons manifesting strange, you don't want the smoke
My close list is full of hunnies I'm tryna bone
Homies from back home
Other folks that I care to know
Showing demos of songs I'd never have wrote
If I ain't been through the ringer with you, love
Hope you good, though
Written by: Jon Dunne
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