Letra de Ptsd
My time backwards, (n words) finna act up
Hop up in the wagon, pull up like what's happenin'
Shawty tryna bone, take her home for a thrashin'
Hop up in the wagon, pull up like what's happenin'
Shawty tryna bone, take her home for a thrashin'
Language on her face, how I know the satisfaction
"Are you young Mahal?", it depends who's fucking askin'
They want be young Mahal, you ain't add it to my fraction
Cocktail bars, Southsides, Old Fashioneds
(N words) gettin' clout, just as soon as I react, shit
Might be goin' crazy, just so I got somethin' to think about
This fuckin' Jameson done got me pourin' feelings out
I ain't been too stable, family members gettin' worried now
Don't try and call me, I ain't tryna say my whereabouts
PTSD got a (n word) feelin' jittery, fidgety
All that goes in my creativity
Mr Balotelli soccer jersey, that's Italy
Italy, you (n words) at the bottom, I'm epitome
"Are you young Mahal?", it depends who's fucking askin'
They want be young Mahal, you ain't add it to my fraction
Cocktail bars, Southsides, Old Fashioneds
(N words) gettin' clout, just as soon as I react, shit
Might be goin' crazy, just so I got somethin' to think about
This fuckin' Jameson done got me pourin' feelings out
I ain't been too stable, family members gettin' worried now
Don't try and call me, I ain't tryna say my whereabouts
PTSD got a (n word) feelin' jittery, fidgety
All that goes in my creativity
Mr Balotelli soccer jersey, that's Italy
Italy, you (n words) at the bottom, I'm epitome
