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FEVER 333

PTSD

 

PTSD


Yeah, it all began when I was 'bout the age of six
Dad went to the store and now I haven't seen him since
Then when I was nine another man into the mix
Almost slit his throat because I saw him hit his bitch

This is just the surface of the things I can't forget
You look into my eyes and it's all pain and suffering
And I could kill myself but I don't wanna try again
I'm only still alive 'cause I have tolerance to Fen

I am everything they try to be
You can [?]
Now it's Gucci on my ass and on my joggers, on my feet
And I don't leave the house without my blade at twenty-thirty

And I hate all this drama in my head
Walls are closing in, I wanna paint 'em all with red
Think I made it, a diamond noose around my neck
Everything I wanted but I still wanna be dead

Listen to your words 'cause I swear it ain't never gonna be
Any worse than the hurt I've already done to me
I'm a man on a mission to outrun eternity
I got fans but still feel like ain't nobody heard of me
If I die, will you cry for this rapper life
He was married to game but he couldn't find a wife
We would put up with this shit since he rather would commit
Suicide than be caught dead in a real relationship

I am everything they try to be
You can [?]
Now it's Gucci on my ass and on my joggers, on my feet
And I don't leave the house without my blade at twenty-thirty

And I hate all this drama in my head
Walls are closing in, I wanna paint 'em all with red
Think I made it, a diamond noose around my neck
Everything I wanted but I still wanna be dead

This is just the surface of the things I can't forget
You look into my eyes and it's all pain and suffering
And I could kill myself but I don't wanna try again
I'm only still alive 'cause I have tolerance to Fen

Will anybody help? Will anybody help?
Will anybody help? Will anybody help?
Will anybody help? Will anybody help?
I'm used to life alone so I'll just do it by myself
Will anybody help? Will anybody help?
Will anybody help? Will anybody help?
Will anybody help? Will anybody help?
I'm used to life alone so I'll just do it by myself

done

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