Sencillo / Pista
Slippin' Part 1: Feelin' Sorta Sick
Letras
Feeling sorta sick, held on firm at first,
But after a second guess quickly lost my grip,
Disorientated getting dizzy with the spins on this slippery deck,
No exit off this ship lost my way & my balance, starting to slip,
The plot's starting to twist resolve's starting to give,
Woke up in confusion & have been in delusion ever since,
The riddle's not solved at all what kind of storm are we in,
What's going on what memo didn't I get,
& after all is said & done I beg one question,
How'd I get involved at all how's it I was led to end up in the middle of all this?
Out in the cold looking for something or someone to hold,
Trying to stand my ground while standing on shaky ground,
On quaking earth as the earth turns I search for solid ground,
All heard in a surround sound of loud shapes & fuzzy sounds,
In a full house with four Aces still I feel like I want to fold,
Froze in indecision with blurry visions as insecurities take hold,
It's getting crowded the walls are starting to inwardly close,
Thinking out loud in this Full House gone as John Stamos,
Driving on LSD, edgy as Jodie Sweetin on amphetamines,
Odd as Bob Saget, get off me you fuggot you're too close,
Conflicted as Mary-Kate Olsen's guilty conscience is,
After her suspicious involvement in Heath Ledger's overdose,
Told you before most important secrets will never be known,
Finish your main course revenge is a dish best served cold,
But bulletproof coffee is best served hot with no grounds,
The truth is too abstruse at least for most to figure out,
To tell it straight I'm Bossy like Kelis & it's bout to go down,
Can't hear you when you come 'round my thoughts're too loud,
Too high, so high,
Eyes low head lost in the clouds,
Found in the sounds,
Between, heart beats & deep breaths,
Between, surface heat & deep depths,
Between, making sweet love & having really rough sex,
Between, historical passed things & whatever comes next,
Suffix,
Ms., Mrs.,
Mr., Dr.,