Weight On Me

Reggae type

Every day I wake up, hit the street moving round like I’m trying to make up, for all the times that I was pressed.
It’s like I got this weight on me!
Pressing down on me chest, I got to let it out, yeah yeah yeah put it out into the air. My ghosts got me running round, ahh no no, running in ma head.
I feel so criminal, now now now, they coming down on me.
I got that weight on me!
Now now now, I gots so much weight on me, but my fam has gots to eat.
Haters try to trip me up, up, up, dem cops try and lock me up, up,up, Peps keeps blowing me up, up, up, asking where I be. They all know I got that weight on me!
But I make a mf wait on me, I’m talking about that weight!
The wait!
Hot with the weight!
The weight!
The wait!
Go on hate on me!
I’m a keep grinding till I sweat it out!
Yeah yeah yeah, I’m a push it round, the weight, break it down, ya wait, bust it out, they hate, lug it round, I’m talking about weight!
weight!
The wait, this weight is crushing me!