paroles de chanson TRAUMATIC - Jet 2 , Jinbo

I lick that stick and close my eyes, I'm stuck in my mind
Still stuck in that time (yeah)
Traumatic flashbacks kicking in, they lash me
I lick that stick and close my eyes, I'm stuck in my mind
Still stuck in that time
Traumatic flashbacks kicking in, they lash me
I lick that stick and close my eyes, I'm stuck in my mind
Still stuck in that time (yeah)

Fresh, everything that I attempt to be
Feel destiny talkin' direct through mental telepathy
Life is just a book of perforated pages of ecstasy
Every single day I'm fillin' pages preferably
Glance to the left about eleven 'o clock
Trying to figure whether this beauty is out of heaven or not
I'm caught up in several thoughts I never would've thought of
Smell the scent of nail polish and other feminine product
I'm ahead of my thoughts, I never caught up
So even in the future I'm lookin' to
The past still like I paused so as I...
As I...
Still stuck in that time (yeah)

Traumatic flashbacks kicking in, they lash me
I lick that stick and close my eyes, I'm stuck in my mind
Still stuck in that time
Traumatic flashbacks kicking in, they lash me
I lick that stick and close my eyes, I'm stuck in my mind
Still stuck in that time
I lick that stick and close my eyes, I'm stuck in my mind
Still stuck in that time
Traumatic flashbacks kicking in, they lash me
I lick that stick and close my eyes, I'm stuck in my mind
Still stuck in that time

Take the ride of your life, flashback at a smooth pace
Zip your thoughts up and hold your tongue like a shoelace
Patience is a virtue, I suggest you go rehearse waiting your turn
While steadily workin' you wake up and you're stuck in that
Time is of the essence bring the past into my presence
Fix the past up with my presence now my future's lookin' pleasant
I follow my heart, I rarely listen to what whom say
Brightness in my future, my calender skipped through doomsday
Wow there ain't no stoppin' me
I don't take no breaks, this young apprentice is a prodigy
In quality and quantity on top of these commodities
Sittin' on the world like toddler feces before a diaper change
But off the head like migraines
I might arrange a psychiatric visit, cause I'm quite deranged
My mind has changed over time but moments are timeless as I
Figure out this trap I set is stuck
In my mind, still stuck in that time