Every word unsaid
Weighs a little heavier
Weighs a little heavier
The whole worlds on my shoulders
Mmm
Weighs a little heavier
June 1st
I was sitting in the back of a
Van, 100 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 shoulders
And then you picked up
