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letra de weight of the world - campana & nia ilyssa

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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-t 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 b-ss can’t p-ss 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-t 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

repet-tion of chorus

- campana nia ilyssa

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