Paroles Quicksand par Vanilla Taurus

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Take a step in
Don't slip
Take another step
Baby please don't trip
So hard to stand
Know it's getting too thick
We go down
Just way too quick
But I'll step back
Give you a minute to breathe
I wanna get you out
But your too heavy
I might not make it out
Just go on without me
I'll go right in
I won't ever let you bleed

Feels I'm in the belly of the beast
With nothing but a knife
It's no hell that I bring
Oh well's what I sing
Cus' I'm stuck and
I know we all f**ked
And there ain't sh*t
I can do to change my luck
Alter what is
Nah you offered what was
Stuck in quicksand
You just don't want a fuss
See I been this way
Since peach fuzz
Saw Scotty out the lobby
I was getting beamed up
I was on a f**king
Boat
Swimming in the water
Not to sure to keep note
This beach might get us killed
Less worries when we float (nah)
I ain't from the clouds (nah)
I been way down
Got a feast but it's poisoned
And I know we boutta' choke
This gold don't glitter
And the cold's not bitter
Witness the old just wither
Then come back with a vengeance
They wanna kill me
And then sell off all my livers
Nothing shines through a gentrified eye
Finding out this world
Was nothing but a lie
They only kill monsters
When they threaten those in power
Don't look under the bed
Well past the witch hour
Its 3am and I ain't slept in a day
Mind's slipping and I know
I'm losing my way
You only hear the hate
When you tell 'em you ain't straight
Yet you wonder why I can't
Seem to ever keep straight
They paint with blood
Drawin' a smiley face

Yellow for the fello
On a fairly mellow high
Drain you for your blood
Vampires in disguise
Sinking in this sand
Drown or swim up in the lies
I am far past human
Witness my glowing eyes
I'm a real bad case
Of a real bad time
If he reaching for a cig
Tell him I don't like the smoke
If he reaching for another
Don't know which way this'll go

Never put a bullet in a head
With a red dot planted
Hard on ya chest
Least u know u exasperated
Every other option left
We think we all know best
I am not your life
Feel like I'm saint death
This planet ain't a home
They turned it to a mess
We smoke away the stress
Plan it, make it, fall apart
I think the was all
Doomed from start

I fall off
Not too sure where i land
Got a hundred, millions problems
Sh*t I shouldn't understand
I miss Mac Miller
Just doing the best I can
Still getting older
No that wasn't in the plan

I look a lot more like my dad
Than I like to admit
I wanna wake up
And just still be a kid
This ain't a great time
Man, I barely even lived
I feel and look like sh*t
Don't know if I'm ugly
Or this what the stress did
Man how the f**k
Am I still a kid
I know nostalgia is a b*t*h
But she sucking me in
Yeah, yeah, yeah she sucking me in
Yeah, yeah, yeah she somethin-
Nah
While I'm still on my feet
Imma' take it all down
For as long as I could run
I could try to get out
Go quicksand, need a
Bankroll for a quick day
His hand in the bowl
Bay of pigs death day
You only don't die
On your best days
Born just to die
Making sure hell raised
Never saved face
F**k a dead beat
On its birthday