Slipping Into Darkness Hit-Boy & The Alchemist

[Part I]

[Intro: The Alchemist]
Artists livin' comfortably, yeah
Yeah, let me fly (Fly)

[Verse: The Alchemist]
Never seen before or heard in this fashion, convert the work to magic
Bury a beat six-feet, pour dirt on the casket
Hard to imitate, I'm cut from a certain fabric (Fabric, oh)
My shirt and slack thirty racks, plus the fur jacket, no turnin' backwards (No turnin' back)
Forward motion, I pour mimosas, got me more in focus (Yup)
Got my foot inside the door then tore it open
Now we goin' dumb, throwin' money, I'm from the Sunshine State (Yes)
When I eat, I need a plus-size plate
The main event is this (This)
My jewelry look like the Great Adventure Slick (Chrome)
Promote this pain, a stencil on the brick, with my insignia
You made a little splash in the wavepool, I'm even drippier (More)
Shoot out the lights, I'm puttin' fifty up
Then hang my jersey in the rafters right next to Hit (What up?)
Hoppin' out the Trans Am, flexin' the fit (See me?)
Fuck all the talk, just cut the check and split (Fuck outta here)
Floor seats while I'm sippin', my piña colada was drippin' on my Pippen (On my Pippen)

[Chorus: The Alchemist | The Alchemist & Hit-Boy]
But I never get to slippin' into darkness (Dark)
You never catch me slippin' into darkness (Dark)