Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Traumatic , by - Kamiyada+. Release date: 22.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Traumatic |
| Yeah |
| Midnight |
| Ayy, yuh, look |
| Ayy, don’t start no shit that you know you don’t plan to end |
| Geeked up with my friends and them |
| Strapped up with my mans and them |
| Stackin' up them bands again |
| Done doubled up on my plans again |
| Double Dutched on his bands again |
| Still geeked the fuck up with these dead presidents |
| Ayy, don’t start no shit that you know you don’t plan to end |
| Geeked up with my friends and them |
| Strapped up with my mans and them |
| Stackin' up them bands again |
| Done doubled up on my plans again |
| Double Dutched on his bands again |
| Still geeked the fuck up with these dead presidents |
| Ayy, yuh |
| I might eat a couple of pills, Invite a couple of bitches so we can really |
| freak it out like |
| Feelin' like Busta Rhymes, the way I bust a rhyme and get these bitches geekin' |
| out like |
| Pussy nigga bust a move, I’ll let you bust the few and then I bust at you |
| I don’t got too much to lose and not a enough to prove |
| So what you wanna do? |
| 'Cause I don’t fuck with you |
| In the field or the booth ain’t no difference |
| Don’t expect me to ask for permission |
| 'Bout as sharp as the cut that you been in |
| I will not sedate you to make the incision |
| Fill your organs with fluid the next step |
| Filter out all your blood with the excess |
| Post a pic on the gram that’s a weird flex |
| Stuck in the eyes, on they mind like a semtex |
| This shit weighing in deep on your mental |
| Bet you worry 'bout who out to get you |
| Keep pretending like we not the issue |
| When surely enough we gon' make it official |
| I’ll be happy to assist your suicide |
| I go forth with the team, bitch it’s do or die |
| Ain’t no question in tension with you and I |
| Actively looking for bodies to brutalize |
| Scribble the check like, «Who next?» |
| Bring all the press, I confess |
| Lay out the rest, no contest |
| Lock me away, I’m a mess |
| Scribble the check like, «Who next?» |
| Bring all the press I confess |
| Lay out the rest no contest |
| Lock me away, I’m a mess |
| I don’t care if the hate come with it |
| I’ma worry 'bout income, nigga |
| Till my death yeah we all gon' get it |
| Reinvented |
| They out to get you |
| I don’t care if the hate come with it |
| I’ma worry 'bout income, nigga |
| Till my death yeah we all gon' get it |
| Reinvented |
| I hate what I am, so I can’t be sober |
| Your touch is enough to ruin my composure |
| My mistake, I took you for a different person |
| You drive hate into me, now I’m a burden |
| You drive hate into me, now I’m a burden |
| So long, farewell, to my favorite addiction |
| So long, farewell, to my favorite addiction |
| So long, farewell, to my favorite addiction |
| I’ma make this experience traumatic |
| I’ma make the experience traumatic |
| I’ma make the experience traumatic |
| Traumatic, traumatic |
| I’ma make this experience traumatic |
| I’ma make the experience traumatic |
| I’ma make the experience traumatic |
| Traumatic, traumatic |
| I’ma make this experience traumatic |
| I’ma make the experience traumatic |
| I’ma make the experience traumatic |
| Traumatic, traumatic |
| I’ma make this experience traumatic |
| I’ma make the experience traumatic |
| I’ma make the experience traumatic |
| Traumatic |