Don’t slip down that slope
Don’t slip down that slope
You better not
Don’t slip down that slope
Don’t slip down that slope
Uhh, f#ck man like, if I have one beer
Then I’m gonna be drinking
And if I’m drinking, I’m gonna wanna deck of durries
And like, if then I’ve got a deck of durries and I’ve got baccy
Then obviously I’ll also need some bud
Like those two just go hand in hand
But then once I’m f#cken smoking
What stopping me calling my dealer and going; keta
You know? Like, (damn)
It’s hard just gotta keep reminding myself
Don’t slip down that slope
Don’t slip, and I’ve just got the same f#cken loop
Just repeating in my head man
Coz without that like I know I’m f#cked
I know I’m f#cked
If I do I’m a junga, and if I don’t then I’m sober
f#ck
For me it’s snow season all year round
Get my skiis on when there’s gear to be found
Two days sober and I’m filled with hope
Then I reward myself by slipping down that slope
It starts with a hard earned beer for the hard earned thirst
After that shit’s looking for the worst
Coz one thing always leads the next
And all that’s in my mind is f#cken sesh, sesh, sesh
They say no ket is progress
Looking at this mountain on my key and I feel so hopeless
They replied “Try not to fine dine on the lines
Try to transform your ways like I’m off-the-bics prime” (robots in disguise)
Don’t slip down that slope
Don’t slip down that slope
See there it is again man
Like the same f#cken loop just nonstop
Like, is this just how my life is gonna be from now on?
Is this all that’s gonna go through my f#cken head?
The doctors say I’ve got a problem I’m addicted to ketamine
But they can’t go half a day without caffeine
sh#t kills me like a hypocritical hit
I know they’d struggle like me if they ever had to quit
But coz they sell coffee in the cafes
That makes your dependency okay?
But, same cunts tryna tell me no k?
No way c#nt, eat a dick
See you’re the f#cken junkie, don’t try to confront me
Know the road to recovery is long and bumpy
Yeah, bumpy it’s gonna be tough
To say nup and not keep my nose stuffed
You can go get f#cked
You doctors, hypocrites, I’m f#cken sick of this
Scientific horse sh#t, gastrophysisists
Feel this, my Victoria bitterness
Coz I’m at breaking point
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