Weight
Tryna pick up all these pieces
Tryna take away addiction
Fuck boys running through my brain
Sayin I ain't gonna make it
Well now look who's fuckin talkin
I'm on top while tears are fallin
Whipe am with my gold ring
Then make your fuckin nose bleed
You fuckers tryna make me feel like I'm a fuckin joke
Well I'll pull that fuckin trigger with the holographic scope
Whipe the blood with some checks
Make the rest regret there bets
Every day feels like a wreck
I got that drip going down my throat
Bitch I can't breathe
Tryna call my therapist
His numbers just a triple six
Voicemail knocks my on my ass
So I finish out the bag
Feelin like ive fuckin made it
I cant see through all this paper
I just wanna see the light
But I ain't got no fuckin patience
Girl walks in, sees the slit on my wrist
Waters getting darker
Vision getting darker
Tryna wake me up but the blood just keeps flowing
Like the fuckin paper it don't stop at all for nothing
Ice cold table while I'm rushed to the clinic
I dont wanna wake up just to see all the panic
I just wanna wake up with Trev by my side
Talking bout the days, how we use to fuckin ride
Oh my god there ain't no end
When the fuck did pain begin
Addictions now my alibi, so I dont pay the fuckin price
Seventeen feels like a life time
When can I just get some rest
Get this weight off from my chest and let me do my fuckin best
Tryna take away addiction
Fuck boys running through my brain
Sayin I ain't gonna make it
Well now look who's fuckin talkin
I'm on top while tears are fallin
Whipe am with my gold ring
Then make your fuckin nose bleed
You fuckers tryna make me feel like I'm a fuckin joke
Well I'll pull that fuckin trigger with the holographic scope
Whipe the blood with some checks
Make the rest regret there bets
Every day feels like a wreck
I got that drip going down my throat
Bitch I can't breathe
Tryna call my therapist
His numbers just a triple six
Voicemail knocks my on my ass
So I finish out the bag
Feelin like ive fuckin made it
I cant see through all this paper
I just wanna see the light
But I ain't got no fuckin patience
Girl walks in, sees the slit on my wrist
Waters getting darker
Vision getting darker
Tryna wake me up but the blood just keeps flowing
Like the fuckin paper it don't stop at all for nothing
Ice cold table while I'm rushed to the clinic
I dont wanna wake up just to see all the panic
I just wanna wake up with Trev by my side
Talking bout the days, how we use to fuckin ride
Oh my god there ain't no end
When the fuck did pain begin
Addictions now my alibi, so I dont pay the fuckin price
Seventeen feels like a life time
When can I just get some rest
Get this weight off from my chest and let me do my fuckin best
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Writer(s): Stephen Daniels
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