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letra de ptsd - juice wrld, lil uzi vert, lil chomp, g herbo - lil chomp

i turn the news on when i smell death in the air
i prove you wrong, i made it out of here
i don’t belong, i see my past everywhere
don’t stand too close to me, eternal ptsd
i got a war zone inside of my head
i made it on my own, they said i’d be in jail or dead
i’ve seen my brothers fall, over and over again
don’t stand too close to me, i got ptsd
i was hearing bangs like chief keef
always yelling names that’s deceased
i go off my mind and my instinct
shootin’ at the same time, we was in sync
on the same thing, tryna repeat
we was in them whips, right back on the enemies
stuffed on my last hit, i was in the middle seat
it, out the sunroof, brodie got a quick release
and we in a car real fast, police
shots fired back but his in the street
when i bought a forty, showed brittany and tiffany
knowing if they call, it ain’t sh-t they can’t get from me
lot of warfare 17 had a 50 piece
flexed on so you know they wanna k!ll a g (royalty)
posted in the hood with some bentley keys (loyalty)
roc died, showed ’em what it really mean
i can’t sleep ’cause it’s a war zone in my head
my k!llas good, they know i’m hands on with the bread
a million dollars ahead, i’m still angry and seeing red
how the i’m ‘posed to have fun? all my dead
i turn the news on when i smell death in the air
i prove you wrong, i made it out of here
i don’t belong, i see my past everywhere
don’t stand too close to me, eternal ptsd
i got a war zone inside of my head
i made it on my own, they said i’d be in jail or dead
i’ve seen my brothers fall, over and over again
don’t stand too close to me, i got ptsd
i was runnin’ up, i was running out
she said i’m hot, said i got no doubt
but they think i’m a nerd, i ain’t no boy-scout
they think i’m useless, now i’m finna ball out
i’m just looking for my friends, i callout
nothing but a miracle, now i’m gonna pass out
i would climb up 1000 miles to see my friend
i climbed up the mount, over and over again
now if i were to count, think i would count up to 10
why does it matter though, just because we are different gens
jesus was on this too, now we should all say amen
now i’m a barbie now, the girls all over me just like i’m ken, yeah
she just a drama girl, she’s totally dramatically gwen
now i’m coming up, now i’m simba’s den
now she treat me like a ghost, now she treat me like i’m dead
she treat so badly, i’m feeling like she cutting off my head
now we in the kitchen, now we slicing the bread
but i think my ptsd, i think this my ptsd, i think this my ptsd, yeah
the days seem long as life gets shorter
we know, drugs, money, all in that order
ain’t no structure, no peace, we’ve lost our order
leaving me with anxiety, up my sobriety (lil uzi vert, yeah)
it’s a war zone layin’ inside my head
i still think about all my that’s dead
i’m too paranoid, yeah, i know you heard what i said
i’m too paranoid, i make sure all my opps they bled
drainin’ all my energy, no, i cannot sleep, uh-huh
i’m affected by the streets, no appetite, i can’t eat
i only see red when i see, i think it’s my ptsd (gang)
i think it’s my ptsd (whoa), i think it’s my ptsd, yeah
i turn the news on when i smell death in the air

- lil chomp

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