Lyrics:
not just sink
The quicksand's slowing but it's paid to drink
Summer stings and winter doesn't anymore
Why is it I ruin everything I touch
We're told
shivers on my back
Is this reality? No!
I can't stand no more, hurry up and save my life just to make me sleep tonight
I can feel time passing me by
cnd
stuck in quicksand
I need help, but I don't know how to ask for it
I'm sinkin', but will they notice
Or will I fall, cause I'm hopeless
This pattern I'm
it ain't enough
You feel like quicksand, you will drown if you get stuck
You feel like that you're deep in hell,
You feeling like the world was built
on the fed, fast quicker than quicksand Before they get a op gone, I'ma empty the whole can
I'ma fire a stick when they sit at them Glocks, man Ain't goin' for
It's nearing, and its appearance
Is near finished I tear and feel
Distinguished
My will relinquished, but still sinking in the sand like quicksand. But
Struck down with a hard stare
When I'm cold and alone in the night
Dig deep but it's not enough
Fingers bleed when I'm holding tight
I know you by
Her lips were like french doors
And her pants were on my floor
And all my friends they
Just don't understand
But I won't get caught
In her quicksand
It
fly by and you wounder where it's going to
so when you're finished trying to live from memories there's always the future
one day you'll look back
head - oh curse this wretched empty bed - I know why I must go - I’ll go - down into the darkness I’ll descend - guided by the words of a good friend -
reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
I'm drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power anymore
No, I ain't got the power anymore
I'm
MISTRESS OF DISASTER
(M: Bucci L. Caricchio)
CAUGHT AND STRUCK BY MALICE
SHE'S COMING DOWN FROM HER OWN SYSTEM NOT SOLAR
MESMERIZIN' EYES
TOO LATE
would come to this, man?
Quicksand is what this life feel like
That shit these rappers kick is nothin' like real life
You made a milli off of servin'
Isn't life strange
A turn of the page
Can read like before
Can we ask for more
Each day passes by
How hard man will try
The sea will not wait
would come to this, man?
Quicksand is what this life feel like
That shit these rappers kick is nothin' like real life
You made a milli off of servin'
to understand
Bringin me drama is a handstand in quicksand
I've been hot so long, I'm immune
Your rap career get cut short like Poom-Pooms
[Chorus]
realized
They were running in quicksand.
And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away
Then just before they went under
They could hear that old
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
So scared and alone Life is so alike quicksand
Gotta do it by my own In a dark I can't reach your hand
Go with your god my dear, friend of misery
My mind's been playin' tricks on me
Been carryin' me a heavy a load
If quicksand's underneath my feet
I'll dig until I find some gold
I've been
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm
slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer
washed away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of their mind they disappear
Still nobody's buying flowers from
they ain't stuck
On these quicksand streets with their girls in a sling
I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing
'Round here, we all take
.JPG/300px-Quicksand_Rock_am_Ring_2014_(48).JPG "Quicksand")
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