Quicksand
Tell me that you love me right
I need you to always let me land
Falling into pieces like I planned
It's hard to love myself when I demand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
The quicksand
The quicksand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
I was young
I was greedy
And I said
What I wanted
I was stealing
And flaunting
All my things
On my way
Climbing the ladder
Glass ceiling won't shatter
Consumed by the chatter
In my head
Getting madder and madder
I thought that if I reached the top
I would break through and be enough
The more I climbed the more I sunk
I sunk
Tell me that you love me right
I need you to always let me land
Falling into pieces like I planned
It's hard to love myself when I demand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
The quicksand
The quicksand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
Scarcity my manifesto
Victim I can't over throw
Culture won't intercept though
Dote on me I'm feeling alone
Counting on what I don't own
I got imposter syndrome
I thought that if I reached the top
I would break through and be enough
Now I know
Nervous system
Swallows me won't listen
Tell me that you love me right
I need you to always let me land
Falling into pieces like I planned
It's hard to love myself when I demand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
The quicksand
The quicksand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
I need you to always let me land
Falling into pieces like I planned
It's hard to love myself when I demand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
The quicksand
The quicksand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
I was young
I was greedy
And I said
What I wanted
I was stealing
And flaunting
All my things
On my way
Climbing the ladder
Glass ceiling won't shatter
Consumed by the chatter
In my head
Getting madder and madder
I thought that if I reached the top
I would break through and be enough
The more I climbed the more I sunk
I sunk
Tell me that you love me right
I need you to always let me land
Falling into pieces like I planned
It's hard to love myself when I demand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
The quicksand
The quicksand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
Scarcity my manifesto
Victim I can't over throw
Culture won't intercept though
Dote on me I'm feeling alone
Counting on what I don't own
I got imposter syndrome
I thought that if I reached the top
I would break through and be enough
Now I know
Nervous system
Swallows me won't listen
Tell me that you love me right
I need you to always let me land
Falling into pieces like I planned
It's hard to love myself when I demand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
The quicksand
The quicksand
More from you I sink in the quicksand
Credits
Writer(s): Blessed Samuel Joe-andah, Milan Ring, Vincent Goodyer, Glenn Hopper
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