Mash - 28 Grams, Pt. 2 (feat. The Brown Boyz) Lyrics

 Mash - 28 Grams, Pt. 2 (feat. The Brown Boyz) Lyrics

Oh baby

There's no one that I can call, yea

I can call, yea

Cuz it's just too much to take

It's just too much to bare

Reality's right in my face

And I can't go nowhere

There ain't a soul that I can call, yea

I can call, yea

I'm chillin in the crib

And mad I ain't listen

To myself earlier, when I packed packed the swisher

I'm dry right now, can't get past the feeling

Of the world closing in

Anxiety's a killer

Pray for a G

Just lost in these beats

When my exes say me

Is the awfullest thing

Crazy ass lady just constantly speaks

To my past memories I don't wanna repeat

All that I own, is here on my shoulder

This red duffle bag, with my hopes and my clothing

My fitted I stole it

My granny tells me to keep my composure, but how does that work

It's loss after loss, I can't even control it

Last time I called, I burdened the homie

Like damn bro wassup I got work in the morning

It's me Mary Jane and we burn in the lonely

It's 28 grams on my

Twenty eight, twenty eight, twenty eight

Twenty eight grams on my

Twenty eight

Why the world gotta be so

Why the world gotta be so

So damn stressful

Oh baby

It's 28 grams on my

Twenty eight, twenty eight, twenty eight

It's 28 grams on my

Twenty eight, twenty eight, twenty eight

Why the world gotta be so

Why the world gotta be so

Damn stressful

So damn stressful, stressful