![]() ![]() Though he makes it clear that his father has now since cleaned his act up and takes care of his current family the emotional scars that his both “hands on” and absentee approach left on an impressionable and embittered Morrae Ruffin are impossible to miss.Īs Morray began to get in more trouble, his mother moved them to the least likely of places: Lebanon, Pennsylvania. Where his mother serves as a constant reminder for him of sacrifice and the kind of love that doesn’t need to be spoken, his father is a glaring example of the kind of person he never wanted to be. Both incidents in his early youth, though very different, would foreshadow things to come.Īside from his mother who makes an appearance in a large part of his music, his father holds a central role in these adolescent years, but for very different reasons. As his recollection serves, at age 4 he was asked by his mother and grandmother, who had a church, to sing his favorite song, “I Believe I Can Fly” during service. On the other hand, he also remembers the first time music made its way into his life. Born in Fayetteville, North Carolina, one of his first memories as a child was wreaking so much havoc in class that his mother had to take off work, lose money, and come to the school to discipline him. Luckily, that something was Morray.īy the third grade, the 28-year old rapper, crooner, and street pastor had already experienced life’s tribulations. It was only a few months old and already had millions of views. I began who knows where and ended up on the other end of the site.īut in that spiral down the neverending virtual halls of the trademark red play button, I found something that I’d never heard before. I too fell down one of those rabbit holes that claim so many of us. Turn into a repeat offender and the platform begins to know you and what you tend to look for. Comb through YouTube long enough and you’re liable to trip over something you like. With streaming farms creating listens faster than artists can get cancelled, it’s hard to gauge if an artist makes good music or if a song is just popular. The statement is somewhat fair depending on whether or not you believe the DSP’s and record labels are telling the truth. Please support our collective of rap obsessives by subscribing to Passion of the Weiss on Patreon. Quicksand which came out on Octohas had No of Views on Youtube.Photo by Nick Farrar, courtesy of Audible Treats Memorizing the lyrics of Quicksand is very easy given its peppy tune and catchy lyrics. Fans of Morray can't seem to get enough of Quicksand. ![]() Morray has given life to the song through his/her unique voice. Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Quicksand Lyrics - Overview The reason I'm popping is all of the hate I'm stagnant, a magnet, I'm staying in place I want it, I'm on it, it's mine for the take I'm hungry, I'm eating right off of ya plate ![]() I'm whacking the weeds, cutting heads off of snakes My homies the only who come past the gate The phonies, jabronies, the ops or the Jakes Made em’ shit, he a bitch, by the car he was ducked down Made em’ run, it was funny, he was scared of the gun sound Had enough, it was tuff only lasted about one round ![]() His hands in my life now they ended up flat nowįlat like a wing, let's see if he flap now Had em’ standing up then he ended up back down Gave respect neck to neck, my nigga didn't back down Throwing up both of our sets which ended the friendship Her nigga came through, he was all on some bitch shitĭidn't know I was raw and my hands was so giftedĬouple knots made him drop like he drunk or he liftedįought another nigga after I thought was some kinship 'Bout to fuck, 'bout to nut, main course with the fixings I remember chillin' at one of my little bitch crib I'm planted, I'm stable, I'm growing in roots Stepping on necks with my Timberland boots Resemble young Steele 'cause I got the juice Got scars and bruises, man, I got the proof Too sore from a war where I couldn't lose Two doors what I floor if I hop in the coupe My opportunity was knocking and I missed it He was the target but he lucky that I missed it Never killed, ain't gone lie, I was tempted In the snow pitching woe, bitch it was brick dick Interceptions, I was stealing, caught me a pick six Then my nigga Bobby put me on a quick lick Then I said, "Fuck it", 'cause something gone have to shake dog No jacket in the winter, had the shakes dog Quicksand morray lyrics how to#I was packing on the pounds, got my weight upīetty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake brahĭoing that put everything I love at stake brahīack in the day, man a nigga had rip jeansĬouldn't afford a new pair, I had broke seamsĬouldn't think about the money, I had broke dreamsĬlothes falling off my ass, lost weight dog ![]()
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