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letra de p.t.s.d. "2017 remix" - dna tru lyricist

[hook: krizz kaliko]
don’t let this eat me alive
i only can see this world from the inside
and i’m holding it inside
feel like i can c-ck it back and let it go
and nothing’s making sense
and i have no patience for anything
so i’m going on everything
somebody get me out of here

[verse 1: dna tru lyricist]
post traumatic stress disorder makes me press record and
record the most beratic sets of morbid lyrically blessed distorted beautiful songs beyond the fortune gorgeous stars that sort the auras while my ass gets sore from sitting on the porch
with torture horrorcore-ish thoughts
that’ll make me want to block, reality out of my head for a second and just sit down and jot
another untouchable plot, then i gotta go bust the flow hot
i gotta move forward the syllable can rot
to the field of healthy crops
but the children of the corn, well they’re about to die
mullet high so don’t even try, keep that bubble by your side, and keep them kids away from my fuss of [?]
i warn indeed, that dna suffers of ptsd
getting distressed and my chest is the past i’m remaining a pessimist open the chest of me
see that the dna nagging at night and then making a mess of it, check the assessment, then you can see that the way that i fly and they have to do the estimate
bringing the excellence since it’s the dna tru lyricist
and i’m not an impression, it’s just me attacking
i suffer from ptsd but we’re not even stressing they better respect us you b-tch

[verse 2: splytsecond]
layin’ awake at night and i’m hearin’ a voice as it sings
when the flame is alight, drum is bangin’ upright
feel the pain and the strife from the poisonous stings
could you even imagine the vertigo caused by the body of the blackest young boy as it swings
from the branches of trees to the joy of the kings, so when i c-ck it back and let it go
i destroy everythin’, you can see the reason that i can’t squeeze
or escape these insane dreams that plague me
hate speech, taint teens, make they’re cerebellum stop
spinnin’ at a temperature that makes t–th chatter, now that’s a brain freeze
inside of my mind, i’m dubious, throw me in a bucket full of acid to liquify me and put me in a needle is the only way you could ever shoot me up
’cause i, am built like a warrior plagued, with guilt and dysphoria, but we will be victorious, that will be our story
but indeed we have yet seen that i really need be healthy, so that when i’m knee deep in the sea
it’ll never leave me empty, so then, when i am bleedin’
then they wanna feed me with a lotta free bmt
look into my face, you will see i’m nothin’ but another case of the ptsd

- dna tru lyricist

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