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Flatbush Zombies

quicksand

 

quicksand

(album: now, more than ever - 2020)


[Ryan O. Simms:]
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

[Meechy Darko:]
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 judgment, shit is fucking with my brain (with my brain)
I'm in way over my head, feel like I'm in quicksand

I'm feeling the connection with my family drifting
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 bleeding
Lord knows

I'm sinking, I'm drowning, I'm submerging
Boy, you better get to learning
'Fore that quicksand murk ya', uh-huh, huh
Uh-huh, huh
I'm sinking, I'm drowning, I'm submerging
Boy, you better get to learning
'Fore that quicksand murk ya', uh-huh, huh (Uh)
Uh-huh, huh

[Ryan O. Simms:]
[?] nothing but God, [?]
Ask the police what they did
Ask the police what they did, just ask
Did they try to kill [?]

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