I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
Been sober since last August, call it what you wanna call it
I'm not alcoholic except I'm fallin, yo
And I'm calling you and I hardly know
How far we go, I said I'm slippin, yeah
It ain't even 4, some things you just can't control
I don't wanna let this go, guess I've fallen on hard times

Why would I crack this 40? It ain't even 4 yet
Well, maybe to try to forget the reasons I'm upset
Let me grab this cigarette, take it in and let it out
Try to not think about how I could've took a much better route
Fucked up in high school, fucked up in college
Now I'm living off tips at a job where I am barely acknowledged
Treated like the dirt underneath the grass
Trying to make myself realize it beats the past selling fries to fill the gas
In my '89 camry with a broken tail light and three bad tires
And a hanging front license plate by a zip tie, fuck I'm tired
Who the fuck would look up to me, let alone admire me
Just a working class hiree trying to aspire pirating
Cause I couldn't afford Fruity Loops and a place to stay
Beats the days I could only get close to a razorblade
I see those scars on my wrist everyday
So now I hope this Jack and Coke will wash my only dreams away

I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
Been sober since last August, call it what you wanna call it
I'm not alcoholic except I'm fallin, yo
And I'm calling you and I hardly know
How far we go, I said I'm slippin, yeah
It ain't even 4, some things you just can't control
I don't wanna let this go, guess I've fallen on hard times

Why would I ever dial your number in my phone?
I've grown to know I never needed you and I swear I don't
But I feel so out of touch, maybe a little alone
I taught myself to always handle shit on my own
How is this different? I need some assistance and I really want you to listen
Because my judgment is off and I think my conscience is missing
And sure I'ma regret this when I sober up
But then we've already agreed to talk over lunch
I guess I gotta go back to the old me, the old me
Who didn't give a fuck, this me is so weak
Loved a cold breeze in the winter, alone but never lonely
Cause I knew a homie was never a homie when you looked closely
Don't we agree that we went different ways? We spread apart
So why the fuck would we ever restart? My heart's
Got so far to go, time to admit I'm fallen, yo
But no need to go back to that maneater, Hall and Oates, I know

I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I'm fallin, yo
Been sober since last August, call it what you wanna call it
I'm not alcoholic except I'm fallin, yo
And I'm calling you and I hardly know
How far we go, I said I'm slippin, yeah
It ain't even 4, some things you just can't control
I don't wanna let this go, guess I've fallen on hard times