quicksand - Flatbush Zombies

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 swallowed my courage and then I swallowed my fears

And then I swallow every ounce left in a 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’s straight ill, nobody know how it feel

I said this shit’s straight ill, nobody know how it feel

Sometimes I want to run, run a million miles away

But there’s nowhere to go, feels like I’m stuck in quicksand

See I don’t need your judgment, shit is fucking with my brain

I’m in way over my head, feel like I’m in quicksand

I’m feeling the connection with my family driftin'

How will it be when I become a father of my own

Lately my brothers been distant

But maybe it’s me, you know your boy gets paranoid

They talk about us from a distance

But hate’s a disease, I’m sure they’ll never find a cure

Wish I could run away from my problems

Until my heels is bleeding, lord knows

Sinkin', I’m drownin', I’m submergin', boy you better get to learnin'

Before that quicksand murk ya (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)

Sinkin', I’m drownin', I’m submergin', boy you better get to learnin'

Before that quicksand murk ya (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)