Lyrics:
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
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 -
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
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
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]
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
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
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
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
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
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
.JPG/300px-Quicksand_Rock_am_Ring_2014_(48).JPG "Quicksand")
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