Correction Paroles Weighing Me Down par Deante’ Hitchcock

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Weighing me down
Weighing me down (Carry on, carry on, carry on, fresh off a plane)
Weighing me down (Carry on, carry on, carry on), uh
Weighing me down, ayy, ayy, weighing me down

Stress on my brain, yeah, weighing me down
Made a few dollars, ironic it's all of the chains that's weighing me down
Carry on, carry on, carry on, fresh off a plane, yeah, weighing me down
Carry on, carry on, carry on, fresh off a plane, yeah, weighing me down, uh, weighing me down (Ayy, okay, okay)
My baby trippin' (Okay)
My baby trippin', I don't wanna talk to nobody that can't understand me (Woo)
The sh*t on my mind kinda hard to get off, play the game with the cards I was handed (Yeah)
What good is your spot when the power is off and you still somewhere stuck 'tween the light and the dark?
When it feel like you lost just, carry on, carry on, carry on
Born in the trenches, where n***as tote Glock with extensions
We feel like the odds is against us
Some n***as get even, some snakes, they get at you like mentions
Split that boy head, now he senseless
Folks say the violence is senseless but don't be pretentious
Pretendin' like we want a genocide, all this sh*t organized
We just a part of a system
Carry on, carry on, carry on (Okay)
My partner ran in them stores with a mask before COVID, he say if he go and get paid
His daughter just turned four, he do time in feds with no problem as long as she fed
Know him to don't no talkin', end up like a dolphin, that boy put a hole in your head
Glock 'bout as big as the sock in the shoe, he be tuckin' it in like he goin' to bed
It's hard to sleep though, you can starve but your conscience gon' eat though
You can't show no emotion at least go
And try to pray the world, prey on the weak though
When I was twelve, I ain't f**k with police, bro
They takin' life like it's nothin', so we look at life like it's nothin'
And they want us to be creative? (Huh?)
b*t*h, all we see is destruction (Destruction)
b*t*h, all we see is corruption (Corruption)
b*t*h, all we see is the pain (The pain)
God, I thought I was your son, shawty
Why all I see is the rain?
My mama call me by name, said this sh*t done been wilder than anything that she can think of
But we gon' roll with the punches, Black folk like Exodia, sh*t is over when we link up
One global pandemic, two trash candidates
Three blunts of kush, got the pack, word to Anderson
We've been f**ked up for forever, how can it get worse?
We ain't scared of this sh*t, we can handle it
I see the light 'cause the pictures was candle-lit (Okay)
Hard to breathe when you livin' in Hell
Hard to see when you lookin' for the balance
Hard to wait when they tippin' the scales

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