Clip vidéo

Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Chant
Chris DeStefano
Chris DeStefano
Guitare acoustique
!llmind
!llmind
Programmation
Blaque Keyz
Blaque Keyz
Chant
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Paroles/Composition
Chris DeStefano
Chris DeStefano
Paroles/Composition
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Paroles/Composition
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Production
Chris DeStefano
Chris DeStefano
Production
!llmind
!llmind
Production
Volta
Volta
Production complémentaire
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Ingénierie
Gary Lux
Gary Lux
Ingénierie de mixage immersif
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Ike Shultz
Ike Shultz
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Production complémentaire

Paroles

[Verse 1]
We're six feet underground inside my bed
And all the little letters in my head
Were spelling suicide but not by choice
Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, no noise
[PreChorus]
Only the sound of my back breaking
But ever since you and your arms saved me
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
The only friend I had wore black and red
The darker instruments inside my head
Were playing suicide but not by choice, by choice, yeah
Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, noise
[PreChorus]
Only the sound of my hands shaking
But ever since you and your arms saved me
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
Don't hold the weight of the world
I don't hold the weight, I don't hold the weight
[Verse 3]
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 the cell
We skip the bailin' 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 longer
Written by: Chris DeStefano, Christopher De Stefano, Hakim Hardy, Jonathan Bellion, Mark Williams, R. Ibanga Jr.
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