NO TIME FOR THE DEAD WEIGHT by AngelOfDarkness - Zona

NO TIME FOR THE DEAD WEIGHT by AngelOfDarkness - Zona

Lyrics

(Intro – Low chant, distorted, creeping in)

Yeah…

All bark, no bite.

All talk, no spine.

I’m done being polite.

(Verse 1 – RAP / Dark Memphis-style flow)

Everybody got a story when they want something from me,

Every “I got you” turn into you don’t got me,

Smiles on they face, knives in they pockets,

Call that love? Nah, that’s a bad habit,

You say you real but you move like a ghost,

Disappear quick when I need you the most,

I been carrying weight that ain’t even my load,

Now I cut off the rope, let the dead weight go.

(Pre-Chorus – Half-melodic, venom in the voice)

I don’t need your apologies,

They just sound like comedy,

All these clowns in my circle

Tryna drain all the life from me.

(Chorus – Hook / Chanted, aggressive)

I’m sick of the fake-ass lies,

Sick of the dumb-ass people in my life,

You waste my time, you waste my breath,

Say you my friend but you pray on my death,

I’m done with the noise, I’m done with the games,

I don’t owe you shit, I don’t know your name,

If you ain’t real, get out my sight,

I cut dead weight, yeah, I cut on sight.

(Verse 2 – RAP / Faster, more unhinged)

I don’t play nice, I don’t play fair,

If you cross that line, I don’t play there,

Every snake in the grass wanna whisper my name,

But they never step up when it’s time to say it to my face,

You want my time, better pay that fee,

I don’t give energy to your jealousy,

Every bridge I burned lit the way for me,

Now I walk through the flames like it’s therapy.

(Bridge – Spoken / cold and bitter)

You confuse being loud with being loyal.

You confuse being around with being real.

I see through all of it.

That’s why I don’t feel bad when I leave.

(Breakdown – Scream-rap / guttural delivery)

Everybody wanna talk when I’m winning,

Nobody wanna help when I’m spinning,

Now I’m cold, now I’m distant,

That’s what happens when you teach me I’m alone in this.

(Final Chorus – Bigger, heavier, angrier)

I’m sick of the fake-ass lies,

Sick of the dumb-ass people in my life,

You waste my time, you waste my breath,

Say you my friend but you pray on my death,

I’m done with the noise, I’m done with the games,

I don’t owe you shit, I don’t know your name,

If you ain’t real, get out my sight,

I cut dead weight, yeah, I cut on sight.

(Outro – Slow, distorted fade)

No more chances.

No more explanations.

If you fake, you already dead to me.