Lyrics:
The alcohol is filling my lungs
Yeah, this one's for you
My therapist said hi
Now I've got
I've got
Post traumatic
Complex post traumatic
Syndrome
I've got
can tell you
I've got imposter syndrome
25 and I'm still confused
How am I supposed to know what to do
I don't know but I can tell you
I've got imposter
the weather whenever I reach hell
Post concussion syndrome, get out of my brain
Post concussion syndrome, your driving me insane
Post concussion syndrome get
Breakout!
So we breakout!
I'm a post-war breakout (post-war breakout!)
And a post-war breakdown (breakdown! breakdown!)
I'm a post-war syndrome
Coffee in my cup
Complacency with the night shift
Motion blur engaged
These donuts are for the car drift
Damage post work
After call
I need a face
it for the low
Ain't no tax
Go head and just relax
Im off track
Yea i hit my chick back to back
But they don't know
I don't really post
These hoes do
Private jhetts takin trips across the sea
Different tax braccet I know that you can see
She goin down like the sun I can't believe it
I got a alarm
faking, I know that they know I'm faking
I saw you talk to they today, so now you all know I'm faking
Impostor syndrome's the finest, I find a hill and I
All these hoes on my dick it's too many of em (too many)
All these bags in the spot I got plenty of em (got plenty)
I post up on the block tryna serve
some frustration
My guess, maybe post-traumatic stress
Even post-traumatic slave syndrome
Why don't we begin this session by letting you talk it out?
being alive
Do
You
Know what you caused in my life
Stockholm syndrome
Blood bore the prison I can't leave
Take note to expel
What you gave out so well
Truants
So all of my fucking money up their ass, tax, and eunuchs
So I Get high and float and just relapse reading newton
And build up with the MOB shit
Yet, whose tax free income is amazing?
(Sensitive new age guys)
Who thinks that red meat is disgusting?
Who's into UFO's, channeling and dusting?
Who
the psychologist listenin'
The new Mercedes with black G-Wagon
The "Where you from?" it was all for rap
I was twenty-eight years young, twenty mil' in tax
to the plug went and tax on a bowl
They thought I wouldn't make it and now they like woah (Woah)
Now they gonna hate me and post up, I'm goals
Put in they
Go to the plug went and tax on a bowl
They thought I wouldn't make it and now they like woah (Woah)
Now they gonna hate me and post up, I'm goals
Put
they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop being controlled, we black zombies
Walking talking dead, though we
Yet, whose tax free income is amazing?
(Sensitive new age guys)
Who thinks that red meat is disgusting?
Who's into UFO's, channeling and dusting?
Who
and then some
It's walking on eggshells, being coy in the interim
Knowing it'll all fall down when the slightest bit of wind come
Post traumatic, steadily
ability
Surgically welding the anatomy
Anesthetic wearing off
Patient slowly waking
Degenerative changes in your vertebrae
Post laminectomy syndrome
Post
ask
For reparations, then they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop being controlled, we black zombies
Yet, whose tax free income is amazing?
(Sensitive new age guys)
Who thinks that red meat is disgusting?
Who's into UFO's, channeling and dusting?
Who
Im in my ends
Post up outside of apartments
Post up outside of the dep
In the box ,score it like Suárez
They talk a-lot through the net
My circle had
real life
Not just on the internet
When u get to my tax bracket
Calculate ya net worth
I seen folks take out a mortgage
Just to network
Industry leaders
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