PTSD
G Herbo« PTSD » est une chanson de G Herbo, 2020, Pop. La chanson dure 3:46, 69 lines / 670 words.
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0:12D.A. got that—
0:14D.A. got that dope
0:16I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
0:20I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
0:24I don't belong, I see my past everywhere
0:28Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
0:32I got a war zone on inside of my head
0:36I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead
0:40I've seen my brothers fall over and over again
0:44Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD
0:49I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef
0:50Always yelling names that's deceased
0:53I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)
0:54Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync
0:56On the same thing, tryna repeat (Repeat)
0:58We was in them whips, right back on the enemies
1:00Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat
1:02Fuck it, out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release
1:04And we in a car real fast from police
1:06Shots fired back, but his ass in the street
1:08When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany
1:10Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me
1:12Lot of warfare, 17, had a 50 piece
1:14Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G
1:16(Royalty) Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys
1:18(Loyalty) Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean
1:20I can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my head
1:25My killers good, they know I'm hands-on with the bread
1:28A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red
1:33How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead
1:37I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
1:41I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
1:45I don't belong, I see my past everywhere
1:49Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
1:53I got a war zone on inside of my head
1:57I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead
2:01I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)
2:05Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD
2:09Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)
2:11Running so fast, dodging raindrops
2:13'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)
2:15'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)
2:17'Member I was with my mama one time
2:19Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)
2:21Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Woo)
2:23Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)
2:27Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)
2:31Certain things we ain't talk about, mama, we just prayed off
2:34We seen it all, don't get involved
2:36Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)
2:38Conceal and revealing to people in court
2:41I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil, in case you thought a nigga forgot it
2:45When my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets (Tsk)
2:49Please do not run up on me, not even as fans
2:52Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan
2:55I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)
2:57The days seem longer as life gets shorter
3:01We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order
3:05Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order
3:09Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)
3:11It's a war zone laying inside my head
3:18I still think about all my niggas that's dead
3:22I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said
3:26I'm too paranoid, I make sure all my opps, they bled (Woah)
3:29Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh
3:33I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat
3:37I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Damn)
3:41I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah)
3:46I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
D.A. got that— D.A. got that dope 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 on 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 (And my instinct) Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync On the same thing, tryna repeat (Repeat) We was in them whips, right back on the enemies Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat Fuck it, out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release And we in a car real fast from police Shots fired back, but his ass in the street When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me Lot of warfare, 17, had a 50 piece Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill 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 killers good, they know I'm hands-on with the bread A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas 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 on 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 (Hunh) Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah) Running so fast, dodging raindrops 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah) 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah) 'Member I was with my mama one time Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow) Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Woo) Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt) Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh) Certain things we ain't talk about, mama, we just prayed off We seen it all, don't get involved Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah) Conceal and revealing to people in court I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil, in case you thought a nigga forgot it When my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets (Tsk) Please do not run up on me, not even as fans Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh) The days seem longer as life gets shorter We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah) It's a war zone laying inside my head I still think about all my niggas 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 (Woah) Draining 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 (Damn) I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah) I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
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