Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PTSD, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PTSD |
| 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 |