Search results for 'Trauma Re-enactment Syndrome'

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

chivalrous
I solve the case and you ask how I figured it
You say you got trauma well I'm about to trigger it
Don't care if you're ticklish I'll leave you

much farther
Super-ego bruised and lethal
Mid-kid syndrome, that's the ego
Well who are you when that mirror shatters?
Soul torn and tattered 
Reflection

to our daily confusion
Like a coma trauma
Living an isolation syndrome
Black joy
My turn at your choice
Wise talk
Sparkling vacuum when you peel the bones

it
Escape the retrograde and hand grenades
Turned up the kinks, the trauma starts to fade
And now ooh aah the painter paints
While that blank white

it
Escape the retrograde and hand grenades
Turned up the kinks, the trauma starts to fade
And now ooh aah the painter paints
While that blank white

cipher psych
Syndrome siren site ignite
Shower shiver fixture
Prowler prank tank tower
Tunnel trigger scour digger
Figure funnel pummel mixture
Power gouge

that trauma does something to your brain
730, no, 35 days
I was thinking that the vibe would be raised
In The Kingdom Come without observation
If I

Hasn't hit me back so this voicemail gotta suffice
Father are you blind
I'm tired of crying
Healing from this trauma but something still isn't right
Got

PANIC SYNDROME
COMES THE LADY DEATH
GLOBAL DECADENCE
AWAKE AND DEAD
BACK FROM NOWHERE
THERE IS THE TRUTH
DOWN THE JOKERS
TO YOU NEVER LOOSE

TRAUMA

Yuh

Sometimes I get lost I mean like mentally 
Trauma from a young I feel affecting me 
Momma told me don’t go play 
You protecting me 
In result I

they see, they feel me, toxic nigga but I ain't even see it
I got chronic diagnostics and then some, deep rooted, broken, heart syndrome
I used to be

Already Kinda Losing It
Once Again Cause I Never 
Got Any Other Kinda Syndrome
Because I Guess 
I've Been Into
All This God-damn Intro Like Dirtsman
They

rappe, c'est le sacerdoce

Là-celle, elle fait trop mal à la tête
Trop câline moi, j'suis pas dans mon assiette
Cocaïne lui fait trauma à la tête
Mets

Dancin wit shadows
Lettin the past go
I can't react no
So I just relax oh
Imposter syndrome
Got me feeling too toxic
Fell back
Been aligning all my chakras

to the Chinese? (to the Chi?! Nigga!)
Who's paying attention to what we eat? (aye, man)
Black folks still have trauma from Black Wall Street (NIGGER!)
Post

you'll always follow one
A great culling a bag of sheered humans gone stale
You all get wool packs like Emmerdale
Stockholm syndrome we look up to our

nor is it even letting me
Stockholm syndrome all up in my kin folk
If i had to choose then this is what i sin for
If i had to lose then this is what

it that’s weak,

Why?

Booze keeping you hostage, but you free to roam,
That syndrome is stockholm,

Ah… we in it… hey,
We sober as f**k,
Ah, we live

why do I still rap, I think there's a Stockholm syndrome inside it
'Cause all I got from kids was hits so I mic 'em
It's a different type of shit you

I spent a long time running from problems why I was seeking love
Imposter syndrome keeping me down, keep me from speaking up
My homies told me rap,

Ghost you gotta chill out, do exactly what I taught cha'
Trauma likes to creep on back you fuckas made a monsta'

Last one of my species, I'm invasive,

Arc left you killed, bro
Seems Peko left you with Twilight Syndrome!
And uh… while you were bearing all
The pain and trauma with the
Abrasions caused

a cold front
Blunt force trauma with words that'll boil blood
Walk some, the swole tongue syndrome is upon us
Cornered the walls of the law and quarters
In