Letras
Every word unsaid
Weighs a little heavier
Weighs a little heavier
The whole world's on my shoulders, mh
Weighs a little heavier
June 1st, I was sitting in the back of the
Van, hundred grand, wasn't feeling so spectacular
Knew I had to call you and tell you the things I did
Dread sinking in like a nigga kissing Dracula
I dialed your number, every digit that I pressed had me stressed
I was bugging, can't believe I'm gon' confess
It prob be easier if I jumped off the Eiffel
Come crashing down like a meteor, but I'm not suicidal
I pressed the call button then I hung up
Then I pressed the call button again, like, "Man the fuck up"
Dial tone sounding like the music to my funeral
Six niggas carrying my body, nothing beautiful
Hands all shaking like it's cocaine in my cuticles
I'm numb, but I'm feeling everything, that's unusual
The weight of the whole world is pressed on my shoulders
And then you picked up