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• Artiste: Flatbush Zombies
• Titre: quicksand
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Hahahahahaha You and I are gods at this shit Everybody else is below us We're the gods of creation You need to remember You are one of God’s creations You're the most important God You need to wake up You need to remember You need to wake up You need to wake up Don't pray for me, just press play for me Don’t cry for me, just put one in the sky for me Honestly, if you lie, you die to me Don't pray for me, just press play for me Don't cry for me, just put one in the sky for me Honestly, if you lie, you die to me My problems is real, mama, my problems is real I tried to run from my problems until I bloodied my heels My problems is real, mama, my problems is real I tried to run from my problems until I bloodied my heels I swallow my courage and then I swallow my fears And then I swallow every ounce left in the bottle that's near I'm deep in my feels, my right hand on the wheel I know they say drugs kill, but so do cops, who cares? This shit straight ill (Ill), nobody know how it feel ('Eel) I said this shit straight ill (Ill), nobody know how it feel ('Eel) Sometimes I wanna run, run a million miles away But there's nowhere to go, it feel’s like I’m stuck in quicksand See I don't need your judgement, shit is fucking with my brain I’m in way over my head, feel like I'm in quicksand I'm feelin' the connection with my family driftin’ How will it be when I become a father of my own? Lately my brother's been distant Or maybe it's me, you know your boy get paranoid They talk about us from a distance For hate's a disease, I'm sure they'll never find a cure I can run away from my problems until my heels is bleedin' Lord knows I'm sinkin', I'm drownin', I'm submergin' Boy, you better get to learnin' 'Fore that quicksand murk ya', uh-huh, huh Uh-huh, huh I'm sinkin', I'm drownin', I'm submergin' Boy, you better get to learnin' 'Fore that quicksand murk ya', uh-huh, huh (Uh) Uh-huh, huh [?][2:45] nothin' but God, [?] Ask the police what they did Ask the police what they did, just ask Did they try to kill [?][2:52]