Текст песни Post-Traumatic Stress - Saint T

Look what you've done
I see you fucked up
Bitch, now we done
I don't care
I see you all alone
Now you scared
Bitch, you better go and run
Better not see you up
Post-Traumatic Stress
Dodging all the bullets, I'm wearing my vest
So many issues, so complex
Don't wanna face up so ending this mess
Post-Traumatic Stress
Everywhere I go, I'm hoping to be blessed
Expecting fear due to the rest
Gotta watch my back, always so stressed

Look what you've done
Traumatised me now I can't have fun
We're trapped in a cage and I cannot run
Wanna end this pain, where's that gun?
Yeah man suicide is an option
Cuz I can't take all of this boxing
I'm too drunk now to be dodging
I'll get knocked out from just watching, yeah
Got all the side effects as well
I don't call it earth, I say hell
Trapped inside my room, I can't yell
So I build testosterone then I melt
Good at hiding shit, you can't tell
Get so high then after I fell
I need weed so that I don't dwell
And I try be lucid so it ain't dealt
Yeah man, I need medication
Every night I try to sleep
I'm running out of patience
And that's because I'm worried
Bout the past, I know it's ancient
But you wouldn't understand my brain
No need for conversations

Post-Traumatic Stress
Dodging all the bullets, I'm wearing my vest
So many issues, so complex
Don't wanna face up so ending this mess
Post-Traumatic Stress
Everywhere I go, I'm hoping to be blessed
Expecting fear due to the rest
Gotta watch my back, always so stressed

Look what you've done
I see you fucked up
Bitch, now we done
I don't care
I see you all alone
Now you scared
Bitch, you better go and run
Better not see you up
In the sun
Shoot a pop flip
Pops him with the gun
Now you don't even want my love
Fuck it, now I'm taking off the clothes
Bitch fuck your love

Look what you've done
I see you fucked up
Bitch, now we done
I don't care
I see you all alone
Now you scared
Bitch, you better go and run
Better not see you up
Post-Traumatic Stress
Dodging all the bullets, I'm wearing my vest
So many issues, so complex
Don't wanna face up so ending this mess
Post-Traumatic Stress
Everywhere I go, I'm hoping to be blessed
Expecting fear due to the rest
Gotta watch my back, always so stressed

I feel depressed and suicidal all the time
I could choke upon my neck and love the pain cuz I'm alive
I've been traumatised one too many times
Watching people die
I've been dying tryna tell you that I'm drowning in my life
I've been tryna run away but I've been stuck on empty
I've been pushing all my friends away but say they left me
And no one gets it, no one understands this shit ain't healthy
But it's so hard to open up when you've been feeling plenty
The damage is already done
I'm faded now
Who cares if I pick up a gun
And turn around
I see myself inside the mirror then I shoot it down
Ask what happens when we die, imma show you now

Post-Traumatic Stress
Dodging all the bullets, I'm wearing my vest
So many issues, so complex
Don't wanna face up so ending this mess
Post-Traumatic Stress
Everywhere I go, I'm hoping to be blessed
Expecting fear due to the rest
Gotta watch my back, always so stressed