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I can't do this anymore, it's not enough
Well I can't keep you, no quicksand, oh
But for one day, can you be my baby? Oh
My life, flashes before my

The past is a lie

The quicksand's around my wrist
I'm eating it
The dark of my dorm room kept me numb
It's swallowing

And I've sung my song
I've opened up

plan for the big bands
But this dope got me stuck like some quicksand
I done flipped grams
Did quick scams
And i never fold when shit hit fan
I could sit

Sinking deeper
unwilling to climb out
Succumb to monotony
stuck in the same route
Controlled by habits
brings me closer to death
I've gotta break

It takes you by surprise
It takes your breath away
You walk out into the light
And you know nothings gonna be the same
 
Take fright or take flight

traffic
Oh, what a mess I've been

Am I falling into quicksand
Tripping over my own feet
I can't help but dream about that day I felt so free
In the ocean

bands
It don't really matter cuz we had these niggas bitches in the crib doing a handstand
You better not sink in the quicksand
If you do that it's no

to the turns
That break us down
Until we sink and half drown
In quicksand

Just don't strugle

So tell me how I can help you out
Anything you need 
I'll see what

Music in my ears and this blade in my hands
Which one will get me through and out of this quicksand
Ohhh

After all we've been through
How could I let you

CAUGHT AND STRUCK BY MALICE
SHE'S COMING DOWN FROM HER OWN SYSTEM NOT SOLAR
MESMERIZIN' EYES
TOO LATE TO TURN BACK
DARK SPELLBOUND LOVER
PRIMITIVE

by a bad cop
Right in the chest spot
So the family donated all of the good stuff
Arm & Leg Both hands and a kidney
Now this heart full of gold ain't

I have stayed in a temporary zone
For a long time and I don't care at all
Got a lot of sand between my eyes
By then I reconnected with my past
Before

No control, heavy I don't know
Quicksand works more as a struggle
No control, heavy I don't know
Quicksand works more as a struggle
Always been good


 
Narrow scope

You aim it at the honest folk
 
Going broke

In the quicksand

They enrich this rich land


You sound right,
but I can't be wrong

Oh, I know

Feels like a freight train rushing through my veins
And the weight of the world is crushing me inside my cage

Drowning
We're lost in the quicksand

you'll never finish 

Love is a joke 
A pitiful hoax 
And it's why I been loosing my hope 
Hung by a rope
I've been starting to smoke 
And it's how I've

back
Woah, I’ll have to give it back
Party hardy, wine and dine, so fine! What’s mine is yours, of course, my dear
Say the word and I’ll be by your side

or high
Swells crash and shadows grow
To be replaced by light

Brown on blue, mad about you
(Eyes like quicksand)

To old-time tunes we dance so slow
Turn

the ground is quicksand though
Damn It's like the ground is quicksand though
Post rap I wanna live a troubled free life
I'm losing sleep I'm popping pills

Woke up sick from yesterday
As my nerves begin to fray, now
Feeling stranger by the day
Can't escape
From this endless daze
I know the fog is here

and checking for certain
How my mind ticks...
This is how you get your fix,
Ignoring licks and quicksand sinking,
Drinking tricks of the light and thinking
How

you sink
Don't you know you're dying every step you take?

There's no point of resistance
Pay your debt with your soul
Quicksand is dragging you down

out pon me skull dem head top Call us outlaws but a hustlers

The devil still a send call fi me soul but me now
Trapped in a quicksand and they even

quicksand (quicksand)
Hit the trap made a quick band
Kick door hands up like 6 flags
Chopper on my body like a hit man

Paranoid look over my shoulder
Hand