More Weight - 3weekoldroses

I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' 'bout half past dead I just need some place where I can lay my head "Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?" He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No" was all he said Take a load off Fanny Take a load for free Take a load off Fanny And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me Picked up my bag, went lookin' for a place to hide When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side She said, "I gotta go, but m'friend can stick around" Take a load off Fanny Take a load for free Take a load off Fanny And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me Go down, Miss Moses, there's nothin' you can say It's just old Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the Judgement Day "Well Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?" Take a load off Fanny Take a load for free Take a load off Fanny And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog He said, "I will fix your rack, if you'll take Jack, my dog" I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, I'm a peaceful man" He said, "That's OK, just feed him when you can" Take a load off Fanny Take a load for free Take a load off Fanny And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me Catch a cannon ball now, to take me down the line My bag is sinking low and I do believe it's time To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one Who sent me here with her regards for everyone Take a load off Fanny Take a load for free Take a load off Fanny And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me

Yeah, uh, uh Tell myself I ain't feeling the weight, nigga, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh Tell myself I ain't feeling the weight I came far from accepting defeat Made it out with the blood on my face We done shed every tear we can weep Watch 'em wearing they heart on they sleeve My shit don't even come out the fleece Niggas don't even pay it no mind 'Cause I'm dressing that shit in Supreme Nah, that NLFTS, black culture the blueprint Don't fuck with the BS, I'm doing my best They washed out, need to give it a rest The tables turn, why they tryna confess I'm still the same nigga needing my space 'Cause shit be evil, but look good in the face They haphazard, but I'm keeping my pace They haphazard, but I'm, uh (yeah) I remember when I was 11, and watching my blood on the TV get spilled out Now I got a lil' older No love for the system, and I'm reaching back for the grip now And it's really fuck, 12, I done grown in Myself to the point I can see that they hate us All these white niggas bold on the web with that word But in person, they know they won't fade us If you not getting money then shut the fuck up Bro, I don't wanna hear what you got to say 'Cause the checks be the only option for a nigga like me I can't make it no other way I was sitting in class in the back with my Thoughts, consuming everything that's around me When I'm snapping back into reality, shit still ain't change The music still found me Yeah, uh Tell myself I ain't feeling the weight I'ma thrive, it ain't up for debate Already got enough food on my plate, nigga, yeah Uh, you can see all the sweat on my face We been hungry from birth to the date If you fuck with the grind gotta skate, yeah Uh, tell my self I ain't feeling the weight I'ma thrive it ain't up for debate Already got enough food on my plate Yeah, uh You can see all the sweat on my face We been hungry from birth to the date If you fuck with the grind gotta skate, nigga, uh

Losing weight I've found my home in Hell Closed parts The rearranging of time Black hair shedding itself I need a specialist Someone who can help me Belt of sand Ocean's strength "Swift is the kiss of fire" Burning from the inside Down in, down in, down in