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letra de quick sand - horseshoe g.a.n.g

[hook: julius]
quick sand, quick sand, i’m sinking, i’m sinking
quick sand, quick sand, i’m sinking, i’m sinking
quick sand, quick sand, i’m sinking, i’m sinking
i just need someone to reach in and pull me out (pull me out)

[verse 1: luciano]
let me tell you about a n-gga who grew up bad
but he didn’t give a sh-t, every incident, barely significant
feeling indifferent, typical temperament, listen now
he will be fighting his problems and he will have many afflictions of bickering
was stricken with a liquor addiction and he wasn’t familiar with temperance
he wasn’t into religiousness, but took a particular interest
in deuteronomy, numbers, exodus, genesis and every bit of leviticus
he wasn’t wicked in any sense, good kid bad predicament
wasn’t trynna be hard but if you were to f-ck with him then he wasn’t impotent
question does this guy exist? you think it’s a lie or fib
i’m positive this guy exists cause he is i and i is him
i’ve been through more than you know
this sh-t i’ve been through tortured my soul
i had no food in these streets so why did i run across forks in the road?
i need to be sleepin’ my legs giving out knees weakened
i got strong days but i got more weak days that’s why i wait for the weekend
i’m falling, i’m sinking this bottle’s up and i’m drinking
this liquor i call it deep end, i’m gone off the deep end

[hook]

[verse 2: demetrius]
let me tell you about a n-gga who grew up with parents
two loving parents apparently he never grew up embarr-ssed
a two-income marriage, that’s the american dream
sharing his parents inheritance with his pair of sisters
and every christmas when they were just kids
every gift on his wishlist was there at the tree
i hope that you don’t think this character’s me this character’s you
evidently i was there in the streets preparing to thieve
i was like hair under weave
i grew up on the other side of the tracks
where the f-ck you thought i was at?
i was brought up in bad neighborhoods
n-ggas banging hoods i’m a product of that

[verse 3: kenny]
let me tell you about a n-gga who grew up poor so he didn’t give a sh-t
even a little bit, he was a little kid, living ridiculous, feelin imprisonment
born in the ghetto poor little fellow who’s food supply was limited
been trippin’ he’s belligerent cause of the trenches he’s been living in
he wasn’t wicked in any sense, a kid stripped of his innocence
broke n-gga didn’t make any cents, feel me it didn’t make any sense
question does this guy exist? you think it’s a lie or fib
i’m positive this guy exists cause he is i and i is him

[hook]

- horseshoe g a n g

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