PTSD

Want me to come back and I ain’t hardly leave PTSD so I move cautiously Money up, don’t sleep, work constantly They want me to stop but I’m in my bag unfortunately I’m tryna find myself, the coochie tryna find me If my dogs need me I’ll be there in a heartbeat Gotta watch myself ‘cause satan out he on the streets At my door when I’m at my worse and I’m feeling weak I gotta fight the temptation, knowing damn well it’s dangerous but I like the sensation Feeling bad today? It might feel better with the right medication I should try meditation or call up someone with the same problеm have a nice conversation Want mе to come back and I ain’t hardly leave PTSD so I move cautiously Money up, don’t sleep, work constantly They want me to stop but I’m in my bag unfortunately I got the key to the streets They don’t want me in the game because my hands be winning so read em and weep I can turn nothing to hundred mill just have Erin bring up the beat Might go to Eleven and blow twenty thousand like fuck it don’t need a receipt I tell her don’t ask me if I like her outfit because im gonna keep it a g Man this shit easy and breezy I’m with the freak of the week She doing snow think she Jeezy I got Celine on my feet It feel like the game is on easy She know it ain’t a thing I don’t reach Fucked me and became an elite Want me to come back and I ain’t hardly leave PTSD so I move cautiously Money up, don’t sleep, work constantly They want me to stop but I’m in my bag unfortunately