June 1st

[Intro]

Every word unsaid

Weighs a little heavier

Weighs a little heavier

The whole world's on my shoulders, mmh

Weighs a little heavier

[Verse]

June 1st, I was sitting in the back of the

Van, 100 grand, wasn't feeling so spectacular

Knew I had to call you and tell you the things I did

Dread sinking in, like a nigga kissing Dracula

I dialed your number, every digit that I pressed, had me stressed

I was bugging, can't believe I'm gon' confess

It prob be easier if I jumped off thе Eiffel

Come crashing down like a mеteor, but I'm not suicidal

I pressed the call button, then I hung up

Then I pressed the call button again

Like, "Man the fuck up"

Dial tone sounding like the music to my funeral

Six niggas carrying my body, nothing beautiful

Hands all shaking, like it's cocaine in my cuticles

I'm numb, but I'm feeling everything, that's unusual

The weight of the whole world is pressed in my shoulders

And then you picked up