P.T.S.D. “2017 Remix”
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Don't let this eat me alive
I only can see this world from the inside
And I'm holding it inside
Feel like I can cock it back and let it go
And nothing's making sense
And I have no patience for anything
So I'm going on everything
Somebody get me out of here
[Verse 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Post traumatic stress disorder makes me press record
To record the most sporadic sets of morbid, lyrically blessed distorted
Beautiful songs beyond the fortune, gorgeous stars that soar the orbits
While my ass gets sore from sitting on the porch with torture horrorcore-ish thoughts
That'll make me want to block
Reality out of my head for a second and just sit down and jot
Another untouchable plot, then I gotta go bust a flow hot
I gotta move forward or sit around and rot in the field of healthy crops
But the children of the corn, well they're about to die, Malachi, so don't even try
Keep that bubble by your side, and keep them kids away from my vicinity
I'm warning thee, the DNA suffers from PTSD
Getting the stress off my chest is the past, I'm remaining a pessimist, open the chest of me
See that the D and the NA and the N9ne are making a mess of it
Check the assessment, then you can see that the way that I fly in the altitude estimate
Bringing the excellence, this the DNA Tru Lyricist, and I'm not an impression
It's just me and Tech, and we suffer from PTSD but we're not even stressed, and they better respect this shit, bitch!
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Don't let this eat me alive
I only can see this world from the inside
And I'm holding it inside
Feel like I can cock it back and let it go
And nothing's making sense
And I have no patience for anything
So I'm going on everything
Somebody get me out of here
[Verse 2: SplytSecond]
Layin' awake at night and I'm hearin' a voice as it sings
When the flame is alight, drum is bangin' upright
Feel the pain and the strife from the poisonous stings
Could you even imagine the vertigo caused by the body of the blackest young boy as it swings
From the branches of trees to the joy of the kings, so when I cock it back and let it go
I destroy everythin', you can see the reason that I can't squeeze
Or escape these insane dreams that plague me
Hate speech, taint teens, make they're cerebellum stop
Spinnin' at a temperature that makes teeth chatter, now that's a brain freeze
Inside of my mind, I'm dubious, throw me in a bucket full of acid to liquify me and put me in a needle is the only way you could ever shoot me up
'cause I, am built like a warrior plagued, with guilt and dysphoria, but we will be victorious, that will be our story
But indeed we have yet seen that I really need be healthy, so that when I'm knee deep in the sea
It'll never leave me empty, so then, when I am bleedin'
Then they wanna feed me with a lotta free BMT
Look into my face, you will see I'm nothin' but another case of the PTSD
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Don't let this eat me alive
I only can see this world from the inside
And I'm holding it inside
Feel like I can cock it back and let it go
And nothing's making sense
And I have no patience for anything
So I'm going on everything
Somebody get me out of here