Quicksand

Sticks in Stonehenge, we feel like quicksand Slip hand, fall deep, we in that mix Ships land, we sink until we outta glimpse You could be a rich man but some wounds you can't fix Heaven in line is falling I see the image of God in I see the snakes in the garden I feel your energy calling Seeing signs from a million miles away I hear the cries in words you're unwilling to say Aye I get a chill of Heaven and Hell, it chiseled my face Jordan Peele your pieces into sunken places Through the vines and grapes, I see your truth and wanna get a taste Beaujolais, Baby taste like Beaujolais Gimme a break Gimme a hand Or give me a reason to pull If I'm going down, fuck it Either way, I'm going through it for you And now the two of us in limbo cuz we found truth I know I'm lost, I must be lost At least I found you Sticks and Stonehenge, we feel like quicksand Slip hand, fall deep, we in that mix Ships land we sink until we outta glimpse You can be a rich man but some wounds you can't fix Heaven in line is falling I see the image of God in I see the snakes in the Garden I feel your energy Seeing signs from a million miles away Hearing the cries in words we're unwilling to say Aye I get a image of I get a image of God I get a image of I get the feeling of God I get the image of I get the image of God I get the feeling of I get the feeling of God