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Ptsd
11
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ptsd è stato pubblicato il 21 aprile 2023 da Independent come parte dell'album Ptsd - Single
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Data di uscita21 aprile 2023
EtichettaIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM102

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Idris Jones
Idris Jones
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Idris Jones
Idris Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
H33RA
H33RA
Producer

Testi

Let me not beat around the bush, boy I'm brutally honest
Look, like most spitters done cap on the dub, but I'm usually modest
Still got these yutes in my pocket
Still duck and move like Adonis
All this trash talk, guess I'm just
Used to the gossip
Been getting loose on the juice with the tonic
Got jinn's that I lock in the closet
Way too chaotic, shit I gotta change up the topic
She tells me that she thinks that I'm on it, so I told her it's strictly plutonic
PTSD I need a trip t
O the tropics, tell broski split the deposit
I paid the cost didn't see any profit, last year I took too many losses
Too many L's, too many knocks
Try see my fall like they're moving the blocks
Been testing my patience, false allegations, I'm losing the p
Lot
Now I got man popping up from the past, been begging hard, swear we used to be ops
Asking myself will the scrutiny stop, can't see the bigger picture when it's usually cropped
Now she wants frontline to the show, been a busy week I done five in a row
Last month Spotify put me on the cover A&R's co-
Signing the flow
But don't say I'm likely blow in this game, cause they all got their eyes on the throne
Stuck in this rat race, every man for himself, I've been doing just fine on my own
Yeah, they try knock
Me out of lane, so I gotta keep my eyes on the road
Then they try snake man out of the blue, guess that's when their true colours finally show
Couple man don't abide by a code, so I pray any fake get exposed
Now I can't put any faith in a ting or go
Put my life on the line for my bro, like
Too many L's, too many licks
Couple left hooks that I threw in the mix
Words get around, name in her mouth, ain't many girls that I usually lips
Yeah, I branched out and I moved to the sticks, still stay true to my
Roots and the bits
No, she don't lie when she's moving her hips, only two months in when the truth really hits
So bitter and sweet, split up last month but I hit it last week
No getting in deep, ain't tryna find love, just tryna find peace (yeah)
I been
Grieving, but they giving man grief, acting dumb, got me kissing my teeth
This chapters done like mission co
Written by: Idris Jones
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