The Weight of the Future

Lit, gently lift, 25th of September
Mane, what I make is the weight of the future (X2)

Accept and meet, meet and accept your defeat
I be laid back and chill, still getting busy
Always mad hot but I try to keep it lowkey
I’d be kickin' down doors if I wasn’t doing this
Ruled by my fate, yet they act like it’s a race
And trapped in a cage with the cheese I’ve been chasing
Flesh-crawling to the pay, my mind’s not in a good place
It’s a lair of a thousand liar lions by the gate

Lit, gently lift, 25th of September
Mane, what I make is the weight of the future (X2)

Don’t try to be like me, it’s just a painful role
Memories I came to terms with come back and take control
Blow your ass I might, my high if you blow
Head shot, deadlock, roll and rock, rock and roll
Sometimes I gotta write things down just to remember
Suicidal until I can’t bear another hour
Whoever said it’s gonna get better is a liar
Whatever, I just wanna get higher, chainsmoker

Lit, gently lift, 25th of September
Mane, what I make is the weight of the future (X4)