28 Grams, Pt. 2
Oh baby
There's no one that I can call, yea
I can call, yea
Cuz it's just too much to take
It's just too much to bare
Reality's right in my face
And I can't go nowhere
There ain't a soul that I can call, yea
I can call, yea
I'm chillin in the crib
And mad I ain't listen
To myself earlier, when I packed packed the swisher
I'm dry right now, can't get past the feeling
Of the world closing in
Anxiety's a killer
Pray for a G
Just lost in these beats
When my exes say me
Is the awfullest thing
Crazy ass lady just constantly speaks
To my past memories I don't wanna repeat
All that I own, is here on my shoulder
This red duffle bag, with my hopes and my clothing
My fitted I stole it
My granny tells me to keep my composure, but how does that work
It's loss after loss, I can't even control it
Last time I called, I burdened the homie
Like damn bro wassup I got work in the morning
It's me Mary Jane and we burn in the lonely
It's 28 grams on my
Twenty eight, twenty eight, twenty eight
Twenty eight grams on my
Twenty eight
Why the world gotta be so
Why the world gotta be so
So damn stressful
Oh baby
It's 28 grams on my
Twenty eight, twenty eight, twenty eight
It's 28 grams on my
Twenty eight, twenty eight, twenty eight
Why the world gotta be so
Why the world gotta be so
Damn stressful
So damn stressful, stressful
There's no one that I can call, yea
I can call, yea
Cuz it's just too much to take
It's just too much to bare
Reality's right in my face
And I can't go nowhere
There ain't a soul that I can call, yea
I can call, yea
I'm chillin in the crib
And mad I ain't listen
To myself earlier, when I packed packed the swisher
I'm dry right now, can't get past the feeling
Of the world closing in
Anxiety's a killer
Pray for a G
Just lost in these beats
When my exes say me
Is the awfullest thing
Crazy ass lady just constantly speaks
To my past memories I don't wanna repeat
All that I own, is here on my shoulder
This red duffle bag, with my hopes and my clothing
My fitted I stole it
My granny tells me to keep my composure, but how does that work
It's loss after loss, I can't even control it
Last time I called, I burdened the homie
Like damn bro wassup I got work in the morning
It's me Mary Jane and we burn in the lonely
It's 28 grams on my
Twenty eight, twenty eight, twenty eight
Twenty eight grams on my
Twenty eight
Why the world gotta be so
Why the world gotta be so
So damn stressful
Oh baby
It's 28 grams on my
Twenty eight, twenty eight, twenty eight
It's 28 grams on my
Twenty eight, twenty eight, twenty eight
Why the world gotta be so
Why the world gotta be so
Damn stressful
So damn stressful, stressful
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Writer(s): Jason Garber
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