Rut Lyrics

Yes bro, been tryna get hold of ya past few days

Err giz a bell when you get this mate. Sound

Alright Slip, been tryna bell ya mate erm giz a bell back ASAP

Nice one bro

Yo Slip, man's been tryna get hold of you for a long time, man.

Hope everything's good, man. Get back to me ASAP

Hiya Dan, It's Kevin, when you get chance can you give me a ring please?

Thanks, speak to you later

Hiya lad, it's only me, I'm just ringing to see how you are, that's all

Erm hope your ok erm give us a quick call if you get chance

All right nothing urgent, all right see you in a bit, bye

Nothing stimulates me, everything irritates me

It's like I've become lazy, perhaps a little crazy

You know I think it's maybe because I miss my baby

But never miss what she did, I think about it daily

I'm bored shitless

Can't be assed training so I lost all my fitness

Need to get back to work so I can fix this

Coz I didn't have no money to get my mum anything for Christmas

Couldn't decide in my worrying mind

What's more important out of money and time

But bottom line is that out the two there's only one I

Am guaranteed to get back and that's something sublime

But it's only a rhyme so don't listen to me

And I'm not exactly in a position you wanna be

In coz I've been in a rut sat drinking my tea on the settee

Probably need to socialize and get some vitamin D

See I've been all alone hiding in this hole

Riding on my own, rise and then we fall

Surviving on the dole, eyes been on the ball

But something inside my soul

Holds me back that I don't like at all

But we're built to

Come back stronger from what don't kill you

And if I say I'm gonna do it I will do

I'm growing in the darkness like mildew

And always will be MC Slip, if destroyed still true

Stuck in a rut

Nothing's wrong but something's up

Wasting away, don't give a fuck, na

Need to get out my bed, need to get out my head

Stuck in a rut

Nothing's wrong but something's up

Wasting away, don't give a fuck, na

Need to get out my bed, need to get out my head

Can't sleep

Counted so many sheep it's got me feeling like I'm little Bo Peep

I'm in it so deep

Like I've no reason or direction

To feel anything less than this seasonal depression

Down in the dumps

This condition's had me off work for six month

Always knew I was a sick cunt

Bored of being bored, crawling up the walls

Never opening my door to anyone

Ignoring all my calls

I need routine

Sommet to do like a new queen

I used to smoke daily on a Q of green

Got me through my teens

But I stopped blazing when I were 32

And now I'm stuck for something to do

So I crawl in bed, take another dose of meds

Watch a load of episodes of Walking Dead

Wake up soaking wet in my sweat

Cause and effect

Coping mechanisms coke and Henny sippin'

But I know it's all in my head

Gotta rip the plaster off, grip the Kalashnikov

Hit them bastards up till their heads come off

Inject some testosterone in myself

Become the big boss of all

Who? Him? What's he called?

Him with the rhymes that's off the wall

Me, the one that the imitators try to be

Him who the up and comers call an OG

Well setbacks are set ups for comebacks see

S.L.I.P, I.D.S.T

Stuck in a rut

Nothing's wrong but something's up

Wasting away, don't give a fuck, na

Need to get out my bed, need to get out my head

Stuck in a rut

Nothing's wrong but something's up

Wasting away, don't give a fuck, na

Need to get out my bed, need to get out my head