[00:00.00] 作词 : Jonathan Bellion/Mark Williams/Chris DeStefano/R Ibanga Jr
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jonathan Bellion/Mark Williams/Chris DeStefano/R Ibanga Jr
[00:00.00]We're six feet underground inside my bed
[00:06.84]And all the little letters in my head
[00:13.93]We're spelling suicide but not by choice
[00:20.50]Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, no noise
[00:25.67]
[00:25.88]Only the sound of my back breaking
[00:32.71]But ever since you and your arms saved me
[00:37.37]
[00:38.85]I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
[00:46.16]I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
[00:52.76]I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
[00:59.85]I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
[01:05.61]
[01:08.26]The only friend I had wore black and red
[01:15.55]The darker instruments inside my head
[01:22.40]We're playing suicide but not by choice, by choice
[01:28.72]Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, no noise
[01:34.52]
[01:34.74]Only the sound of my hands shaking
[01:41.27]But ever since you and your arms saved me
[01:46.59]
[01:47.72]I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
[01:54.64]I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
[02:01.50]I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
[02:08.15]I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
[02:13.99]
[03:17.82]Don't hold the weight of the world
[03:29.56]I don't hold the weight, I don't hold the weight
[03:37.27]
[03:37.46]This the flow that helped me tip the scale
[03:39.45]I'm stackin' chips like Chippendale's without the strippin'
[03:41.62]Get the bailiff out cause Mr. Bellion's out to sell
[03:44.10]We skip the bail and out the jail
[03:45.55]We hit the trail, the route we took is hard to smell it out, so get to sniffin'
[03:49.27]Equipped with the gift of spit like the lisp on a chicken plate and a flick mixed with Spiderman
[03:53.60]I'm brighter than LEDs on your TV
[03:55.80]Keyz is sharp as a dagger
[03:57.19]Who walks around with a swagger of Kenny G
[04:00.20]Chill with the chatter
[04:01.32]Got the skill of a master craftsman whose passion is rappin'
[04:04.51]Snackin' on actors, so pass me a napkin
[04:06.61]Chip on the shoulder, the kid is colder than both Dakotas
[04:09.61]The winter soldier, assassin coming after your captain for honor
[04:13.17]And every day, I'm getting stronger
[04:14.95]No one will shock the world, got a buzz like a mini
[04:18.15]When they apply the pressure, it's heavier than
[04:20.80]Got what it takes to be great, but can't hold this weight any long

作词 : Jonathan Bellion/Mark Williams/Chris DeStefano/R Ibanga Jr
作曲 : Jonathan Bellion/Mark Williams/Chris DeStefano/R Ibanga Jr
We're six feet underground inside my bed
And all the little letters in my head
We're spelling suicide but not by 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
The darker instruments inside my head
We're playing suicide but not by choice, by choice
Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, no 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 Chippendale's without the strippin'
Get the bailiff out cause Mr. Bellion's out to sell
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 a chicken plate and a flick mixed with Spiderman
I'm brighter than LEDs on your TV
Keyz is sharp as a dagger
Who walks around with a swagger of Kenny G
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
When they apply the pressure, it's heavier than
Got what it takes to be great, but can't hold this weight any long