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• Artiste: Anna Akana
• Titre: Quicksand
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Mouth full of razor blades I hear the things I say But can't stop hash up, they come out any way I'm built of bullets You won't wear a vest I know you think I wanna split straight through your chest But got my fistful of thought on my finger on a trigger I've to take pills to get better, but only get sicker You say you tryna love I only fuck it up We're fucking miserable, but - I like it I like it I'm sinking through quicksand But my outstretched hand Isn't reaching for help I'll drag you down if I can Sinking through quicksand Quick, take my hand I need company in hell Quicksand Quicksand Hand full of smoke grenades Dare you to walk away One step, two step Not afraid to doubt a day I'm made of missiles You can't evade the hit I know you think I can stop and reverse this But got my hair in a noose My neck pressed up on a knife Say you're losing your mind And I'm ready to try Pleading "Baby no more" But don't reach for the door Though we're at fucking war - you like it (giggle) You like it I'm sinking through quicksand But my outstretched hand Isn't reaching for help I'll drag you down if I can Sinking through quicksand Quick, take my hand I need company in hell Quicksand Quicksand I'm not damaged, I'm broken So go ahead - rip me open I'm not damaged, I'm broken So go ahead - rip me open I'm sinking through quicksand But my outstretched hand Isn't reaching for help I'll drag you down if I can Sinking through quicksand Quick, take my hand I need company in hell Quicksand