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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris DeStefano
Chris DeStefano
Acoustic Guitar
!llmind
!llmind
Programming
Blaque Keyz
Blaque Keyz
Vocals
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Vocals
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris DeStefano
Chris DeStefano
Songwriter
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Songwriter
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris DeStefano
Chris DeStefano
Producer
!llmind
!llmind
Producer
Volta
Volta
Additional Producer
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ike Shultz
Ike Shultz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Producer
Mark "Oji" Williams
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): Mark Williams, Ramon Ibanga Jr., Chris Destefano, Hakim Hardy, Jonathan David Bellion Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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