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bib sama. - sand lyrics

[intro]
you have now reached the voicemail of tayoloxs
oh yeah

[chorus]
sick of the sh+t that i know
sick of the l!cks these leeches tryna hit but
still i grow
into my own
i’m sick of missing my phone
lotta sh+t i need to fix but
i+ i can’t do it alone
sick of the sh+t that i know
sick of the l!cks these leeches tryna hit but
still i grow
into my own
i’m sick of missing my phone
lotta sh+t i need to fix but
i+ i can’t do it alone

[verse 1]
from time i clocked the implications of my actions
so it’s just me & the faction
we ain’t on badness
but we’re fighting the madness
healing the soul when the wax on
wax off to reveal my layered spirit
each of the peels i hand off
to the people all around me
even the ones that doubt me
culmination of all of the love i shed off
i give to you
whether it’s bluetooth or youtube
i send pure spirit in tunes
whether you hate me or rate me
you know that the words the truth
i’m a west coast warrior, demon soiler
leaving them jins in few
[chorus]
sick of the sh+t that i know
sick of the l!cks these leeches tryna hit but
still i grow
into my own
i’m sick of missing my phone
lotta sh+t i need to fix but
i+ i can’t do it alone
sick of the sh+t that i know
sick of the l!cks these leeches tryna hit but
still i grow
into my own
i’m sick of missing my phone
lotta sh+t i need to fix but
i+ i can’t do it alone

[verse 2]
knowledge without the privilege of expression
can be hard to bare
whole lotta weight up on my plate
still find it hard to share
confide in her tender touch, her fragrance
offers me some care
still can’t stop checking my flow and my cadence
‘case i overshare my guilty gut
how can i chase my dreams so selfishly while i look up
and see the emaciated faces
of my kind, my blood from distant lands
got me thinking is this part of the plan?
shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest
then sand to sand
[chorus]
sick of the sh+t that i know
sick of the l!cks these leeches tryna hit but
still i grow
into my own
i’m sick of missing my phone
lotta sh+t i need to fix but
i+ i can’t do it alone
sick of the sh+t that i know
sick of the l!cks these leeches tryna hit but
still i grow
into my own
i’m sick of missing my phone
lotta sh+t i need to fix but
i+ i can’t do it alone

[outro]
sick of the sh+t that i know
sick of the sh+t that i know
sick of the sh+t that i know
sick of the sh+t that i know

- bib sama lyrics

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