Campana & Nia Ilyssa - Weight of the World lyrics

Brasco Noir: My perspective was born in the corner of rooms My reflection is muddled settled in mud puddle Wallflower spores spread like wings when I bloom Unsuspecting I sting like salt in your cut, subtle I'm onto something survey the room like I'm hunting I'm comfortable, like Bon Iver in his falsetto I'm tryna learn how to move before I'm a fool running Into the cave spittin shadows hearing my faults echo Coming back, with the red pen on my black All insisting I'm consistently imprisoned in a trap of the track Gimme sixteen and hook, let me fix y'all cataracts You were distant now you're listening with intention to attack at the back But that's better than sleeping with no plan of Reaching out your hands just to prove to yourself could feel something Dig deeper than surface scratches on vinyl finally Dirt under nails you just might've revealed something Chorus: All this weight on my back And the earth at my chest Im suffocating at best Cause they don't feel me noooo Nia: You've interrupted the silence around me So for this im listening To the bullsh** you protest While my 9 lives are diminishing And if there was ever a moment That i felt like i was waiting Bridge: Don't let them see you crack under the waves, crash thunder and hail Splash onto the page with a dash of the blood that just won't let you fail Crash cymbal and ba** can't pa** it as a phase no They all gon feel placebo (x4) Campana: When are you gonna listen? Spitting that long division I'm separating myself from these people who practice incision Tearing up all your flesh, I made a righteous decision The message was never hidden, maybe the way it's written Maybe the way it's spoken is comprehended a fiction Sitting side-by-side with my messiah; tell me the difference Wanna see some proof that I can fly? Well, tell me the distance Gotta lotta sh** up on my line, "have you been fishing?" Kinda fishy how you got so good in a jiffy They gettin' jelly, knifing over the bread, without the jiffy Getting heavy, feeling the situation's iffy I'm writing down my problems now they tell me I'm getting risky No, Stop it, I gotta me, over this border Out of order how God could give me, powers with no control over Gulfs of Nova Scotia; I'm engulfing while supernova Gulping the water, preparing departure; witness Jehovah Repetition of Chorus