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Weight of the WorldVerse 1 (Cadence):
Who knows what the world weighs?
I try to calculate
I feel the palpitations
Heart straining
inflation made it harder still
Dip in the tapped till
bills prevail
Still for sale
trying to build enough to tip the scale
In my direction
I'm trying to cut myself a section
Checks protect but debt spreads like infection
it's insurrection
It's getting out of control
I give a pound to my man 'cause tyhe weight's too much to hold
And everytime a check bounces
I wonder should I skip the pounds and try to concentrate on ounces?
But forget the metrics
I ride the groove to the eclectics
instead of meddling in peddling
I settled into electrics
wave forms are saved from obscurity in the edit
If the world is mine I wonder if I'm ever gonna get it
If I do I gotta spin it so daylight persists
It's too heavy y'all
So I lay it down like this
Chorus:
What's The weight of the world?
I don't have time for debating
I concentrate on trying to make it
cause I know the world's waiting
What's The weight of the world?
Might as well be light as a feather
'cause we couldn't weigh the world
unless we got the world together
Verse 2 (Pitch):
Who knows what the world weighs?
I try to calculate
take time to change the paradigm
and end the debate
like Extra-P with the stress
I'm only trying to be great
but the sum of the totals barely makes up the weight
I got enough on my plate
please don't expect me to rest
With this pressure on my chest
it's like a cardiac arrest
The way my heart is involved
The way the world turns and revolves
The way you look upon me
for your problems to solve
I ain't a abacus
I can barely keep it afloat
tie me off to the dock
I'm at the end of my rope
yeah whatever
Our conversation's more like arbitration
time a took a long vacation from this hostile situation
Shift the weight and the state
I concentrate on the scale
But you only seem to hang around to see if I fail
What's that?
The wind came up
and your true colors unfurled
it's demolition
from the prison of the weight of your world
What's the weight?
Chorus
Verse 3 (Cadence):
Who knows what the world weighs?
From in the basement
I'm trying to calculate it using water displacement
getting deeper in the mud as I continue to toil
and knowing most of what it weighs is made of water and soil
And while I struggle
Shoveling rubble
trouble bubbles
the surface percolates
the murk awaits
working late isn't worth the weight
of the lurking shadows
that only make the weight heavier still in brilliant light
and keeps the chill in the still of the night
feeling the tightness
muscles straining containing the weight
making my hands shake
quaking the landscape
taking the chance
Making me get taller by ten feet
Stretching me over the edges
making the ends meet
But I'm not trying to do it alone
If we can't shoulder the load together
still I'm holding my own
So let the weight drop
I'm trying to take my piece to the top
The world waits
But it don't stop
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