Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jan A. Santos
Songwriter
Mike Mroz
Songwriter
Lyrics
What do you keep from people you love
From people you trust
Shit even open books need to be shut
What's in the dark what keeps you up
I got some things in my closet that
Marshall don't wanna clean up
That ain't a bluff
I been to hell
I almost killed myself
I almost heard the bells
I almost saw the gates
But waited cause I
Ain't want momma
Thinkin' that she failed
It's a shame
A Girl got me
Feelin that way
But I know that I'll never change
I love my fam, my friends, and wife
That same type of way
I guess it's my place
To have a
Heart this big
I feel like atlas
Got no room
On my shoulders
For the pain and malice
Heavy is the crown
That I'm sat with
With the weight of the world
On my soul I wanna pass it
Tragedy when
I turn on the TV
I'm watchin true crime
Cause real life
Is feelin like it repeats
It scares me
It bores me
Cause everyone ignorin
The facts for the glory
The racks for the gory
The blood in the quarry
No end to the story
No light at the end
Came up short
Like I'm Tory
Lanez I need
Me More of em
I got
Summ' in store for em
All this steam that
I been blowin off
Might drop a storm straight from the
Heart this big
I feel like atlas
Got no room
On my shoulders
For the pain and malice
Heavy is the crown
That I'm sat with
With the weight of the world
On my soul I wanna pass it
Writer(s): Jan Santos
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