Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heavy , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Boiling Point, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.10.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Heavy |
| Deformity, a bodily malformation, check |
| Distortion, or disfigurement, check |
| A Deform, person or thing, check |
| Gross, ugliness, check |
| I don’t wanna take this, I don’t wanna carry this, I don’t wanna lift this |
| Everyday, when I wake, wish there was I way that I can rip this |
| Off of my shoulder off of my back, like a big boulder got me off track |
| I don’t wanna be seen lookin like that |
| I’m looking at it, it’s mean lookin right back |
| Ugly, bloody, pussin, heavy |
| Way more sinister than the face of Jason or fucking Freddy |
| And that shit ways me down, got me going crazy now |
| Lazy round me place, cause I got shit right side of my face |
| How did I get it? |
| how did I grow it? |
| how do I cock back and just blow it |
| Off? |
| Surgery yes you know it cost and I ain’t goin out to show it off |
| I’m just stuck in here, with this fuckin weird stuff in near |
| Crushin, pussin, bustin till it up and clears |
| I’m ready, it’s wicked, it’s gotta be, deadly |
| It’s everything you could imagine, bad, twisted, evil and medly |
| Down into eternal fire, this is where it lead me |
| Can hardly hold it up because this thing is so fucking heavy |
| Ewww, that’s gross, yuck, what’s that? |
| oh my god, Disgusting, repulsive, what |
| The fuck? |
| It’s not a tumor, fuck the rumor, I need more to go, stop Staring at this |
| Muthafucking side show |
| HEAVY |
| Everyone you love got needs |
| HEAVY |
| I’ll shove start to buckle at the kness |
| HEAVY |
| My lord said this slow heal carry and if it don’t then it might get scary |
| HEAVY |
| Cha! |
| Gotta cover it up, gotta go outside to get food |
| How when the smell is like shit stew? |
| The way people are staring and lookin it gets cruel |
| Bad when I’m shoppin, at the walmart |
| They be laughin, then a brawl starts |
| Cause they wanna pick on a muthafucker with deformities, bless yall heart |
| I’m sick of it, when it’s on my back I can’t even get a women to kiss on this |
| face |
| I don’t even want to live on this, place |
| Because all people givin is, hate |
| And your really gonna get it bad if your, disfigured |
| The more these sick gigglers, pointed my heavy load it gets bigger |
| They call me hunchback and I wish they wouldn’t taunt that |
| They be lookin at a nigga like I woke up and showin straight up shittin in |
| They lunch sack |
| Kids, grown ups, dogs, cats |
| All be lookin and pointing at this deformity on my back |
| Taking over me, I’m slowly, turning into it |
| This repulsive, nasty, heavy, sick, humongous pile of shit |
| Under my skin, infecting my blood like I have some kind of disease, it’s |
| Big and bulgin out of my jacket and everybody sees it |
| What is it? |
| with this load I carry there’s problems in my life |
| Got big problems with the IRS and problems with my wife |
| Got a lot of problems with this music career, problems with my mom |
| And I gotta solve em quick they fallen on me |
| It’s a problem with this shit on, and it’s heavy |
| When everybody depends on you to be the shot caller |
| And you pushin, tryin to get all of your people over the wall, but the shit |
| Got taller |
| But you tough and determined, you rough and you learnin, you cannot do if |
| You not baller |
| So you get it and hit it one after another and look, the lump got smaller |