Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PTSD (Warrior Built), artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 27.03.2017
Song language: English
PTSD (Warrior Built) |
| Uh-huh, Yup, O-K. |
| Whatever |
| Don’t try to talk to me like you know what this is |
| Yeah, I know I might have symptoms that are familiar to you, but… I got this |
| Thanks anyway… |
| 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 cock 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 |
| You don’t see what I see |
| So how the hell you gonna stop these voices |
| In my head, that got me awfully rocky, do you copy? |
| Traumatized much, from homicide, what? |
| Don’t wanna flip, but mama I must be the one I trust |
| I ain’t got no friend, I ain’t got no grin |
| But I’m macho when I lock, load, and I block foes in |
| When I stop souls in a rock, hold, I’m a drop those sins |
| In a box so slim |
| Inside of my nog' grows grim |
| My hurt, it goes deep |
| I serve and go weep |
| A verticle leap when you’re alert in your sleep |
| Was a word of a treatment, somebody murdered more peace |
| Inside of my third it’s so bleak |
| Done so much dirt I go leap to chief |
| 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 cock 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 |
| I’m thinkin' about my lady, is she doin' shady? |
| Like havin' dudes around my baby, situations got me crazy |
| Brainiac in subjects, but a maniac in public |
| Where they train me at is insane |
| We in thugish mode, feelin' my love is cold |
| In about a minute I’m a flip my top, gonna watch my mug explode |
| What I need right now from a lady is a kiss and a hug it shows |
| Got a grudge, it holds |
| God bless my rugged soul |
| But I got, I’m stable, I’m for real, I’m willin' and able |
| Got you feelin' I’m ill and I’m crazed |
| Go get the manic depressant pill on the table |
| What’ll keep me cool is a good birthday for my baby girl |
| 'Till that time I’m dealin' with my mind and trippin' up with the crime in this |
| crazy world |
| 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 cock 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 |
| Look in my eyes |
| You can probably see the crazy feats of danger that I’ve survived |
| Don’t wanna relive 'em |
| If you make me, then I get livid |
| I might just go commit a crime |
| I can feel 'em starin' at me all crazy |
| Like they don’t understand what I be s-sayin' |
| But you ain’t seen death |
| Man I been awake for seven days and I just cannot stop shakin' |
| So now I’m bout to take another shot and try to battle all my demons, |
| can’t let em win |
| I’m a take a semi automic into my dream and pop shots until they all drop to |
| the end |
| And that was goin fine |
| Until I had a small flashback and they all started risin' from the dead |
| And now they start to double and double, and this shit’s overwhelming but I |
| gotta find a exit quick |
| My psychiatrist told me I ain’t got no hope |
| I ain’t got no pills that I can pop to cope |
| Just need to buckle down, and try to battle it out |
| And try to dodge the shit that they about to throw |
| I know I put in the hours |
| But it still feels like I got a loose grip on my skill set |
| But fuck it |
| I know I gotta get a grip on my head if I’m really bout to do this |
| All or nothin' man I gotta give it all I got |
| One shot gotta make this shit count I’m on the clock |
| Watch, my shit tockin' |
| Sweat drippin' from the top of my head fallin' to my eyes, so God |
| Please help me do my best |
| Then pop, there’s a hole in my bullet-proof vest |
| Shot to the chest man, I’m runnin' out of breath |
| But I can’t leave this world till I lay this shit to rest, ahh! |
| 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 cock 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 |