Worried from Funeral Mixtape by The Pack a.d.

I’m worried about it
Got a stone, there’s a name on it
Said to the man, “Are you ashamed of it?”
He wrote another name above it

I think I’m worried about it
Got some time, nothing to do about it
Idle hands make waste upon it
There’s three little words to sonnet
I think I’m worried about it
I’m worried about it

There’s a crow and his claws are on it
It don’t matter if my name’s upon it
He’s gonna cry till he loves it oh
He’s gonna love till he cries about it
I think I’m worried about it

All I got is this stone, you want it
The crow’s clawed his tears right on it
Ain’t nothing gonna change, you got it
Ain’t nothing gonna change his love, you got it
I think I’m worried about it

Just a few more stones, I got it
Till then, this heart’s lacking for it
Don’t do it soon, I’ll floor it
I think I’m worried
I’m worried about it

A bird in one hand’s above it
There ain’t nothing that I trust about it
‘Cept that crow, he’ll shout it
I’m worried
I’m worried about it

I’m sorry
I’m sorry

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