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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jon Bellion
Vocals
Chris DeStefano
Acoustic Guitar
!llmind
Programming
Blaque Keyz
Vocals
Mark "Oji" Williams
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Bellion
Songwriter
Chris DeStefano
Songwriter
Mark "Oji" Williams
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Bellion
Producer
Chris DeStefano
Producer
!llmind
Producer
Volta
Additional Producer
Raul Cubina
Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ike Shultz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark "Oji" Williams
Additional Producer
Lyrics
We're six feet underground inside my bed (bed, bed)
And all the little letters in my head (head, head)
We're spelling suicide but not by choice (choice, choice)
Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, no noise
Only the sound of my back breaking
But ever since you and your arms saved me
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
The only friend I had wore black and red (red, red)
The darker instruments inside my head (head, head)
We're playing suicide but not by choice, by choice, yeah (choice, choice)
Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, noise
Only the sound of my hands shaking
But ever since you and your arms saved me
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
Don't hold the weight
Of the world
I don't hold the weight
I don't hold the weight
This the flow that helped me tip the scale
I'm stackin' chips like Chippendales without the strippin'
Get the bailiff out 'cause Mr. Bellion's out the cell
We skip the bail and out the jail, we hit the trail
The route we took is hard to smell it out, so get to sniffin'
Equipped with the gift of spit like the lisp
On the chick who played in the flick next to Spiderman
I'm brighter than LEDs on your TV, Keyz is sharp as a dagger
Who walks around with a swagger of Kenny G
When you see me, chill with the chatter
Got the skill of a master craftsman whose passion is rappin'
Snackin' on actors, so pass me a napkin
Chip on the shoulder, the kid is colder than both Dakotas
The winter soldier, assassin coming after your captain
For honor, and every day I'm getting stronger
No one will shock the world, got a buzz like a mini Blanka
When they apply the pressure, it's heavier than E. Honda
Got what it takes to be great, but can't hold this weight any long
Writer(s): Ramon Ibanga Jr., Christopher De Stefano, Mark Williams, Jonathan Bellion, Hakim Hardy
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