Lyrics:
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
And Angela
She wears it like a dress
Ooh
Post-traumatic mess
And don't sleep, it hurts to be awake
The things they make her take
Angela,
Nervous energy
P T S D
P T S D
Post traumatic stress
Post traumatic stress dance alright
Suspicion
Surveillance
They're watching
I'm waiting
For a sound
to do with these fucking hands?
I'm no fucking hero
I'm no fucking hero
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is the response an individual has
to being
traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) Eyyy
Post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) Eyyy
Post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) Eyyy
This song be my therapist my
Rest in peace and never close your eyes
Hey traumatic
Post, post traumatic addict
Hey traumatic
I don't mind
Hey traumatic
Post, post traumatic addict
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
SPLITTING HEADACHE FRIED THE BRAIN
MINDFUL OF GORE
MENTAL FUNCTIONS DEAD AND GONE
SPASTIC DEVIANT CORPSE
POST TRAUMATIC DEATH DISORDER
CUT IN HALF
Fucking sickening
At the same time, memory surfaced through the grapevine
'Bout my uncle playing with a slipknot
Post traumatic stress got me fucked up
couldn't do it, you fumbled
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me
Post traumatic sex disorder, oh no
(You
rhythm
Of the modern power-machine
Post-traumatic stress disorder, panic attacks, attention deficit disorders
All an undirected rage against the modern
to cry
for no reason
Because of my
P.T.N.D
Post Traumatic,
(post traumatic)
Naija Disorder
(naija disorder)
Post Traumatic
(post traumatic)
Naija
Post traumatic sex disorder
I get my nut
I get in order
I want the aunt
The mom the daughter
And what they need
I’m must desire
2x If
case.
This is a rare, and classic case.
Now let's go!
I'm talking about a temple lobe, post traumatic, cranial gland disorder.
Homicidal maniac.
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in
Recurrent nightmares creating chronic anxiety
Post traumatic stress disorder
The psychological result of this experiment
Break the spirit of dissident
the wounds unseen,
But every night in solitude, I silently scream.
Post-traumatic stress, shadows by my side,
Every memory, leaving scars I can't hide,
Though
plus habent, eo plus cupiunt
Verbum sapienti
Quo plus habent, eo plus cupiunt
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out a pound
Heard a nigga say he gon' do somethin' to me, how that sound?
Anybody get out of bounds, shots gon'
me is all you are)
My artifice won't recognize me (you won't find me) anymore
Post-traumatic war machines, the pessimists still won't believe
Throw
cares when you're falling through the cracks
Stress in the mess
Post-traumatic stress disorder
Is my life and the mind that has become
Try and see me, not
(Into me is all you are)
My artifice won't recognize me
You won't find me anymore
Post-traumatic war machines
The pessimists still won't believe
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