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PTSD
Hip-Hop/Rap
PTSD was released on May 31, 2025 by Groovy St. Records as a part of the album Midnight Society
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Release DateMay 31, 2025
LabelGroovy St. Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM171

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Martin
Brandon Martin
Rap
Jaleel Tyshon Mott
Jaleel Tyshon Mott
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Martin
Brandon Martin
Songwriter
Matthew Bartolo Moleta
Matthew Bartolo Moleta
Songwriter
Jaleel Tyshon Mott
Jaleel Tyshon Mott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stoic
Stoic
Producer
Absalute Robins
Absalute Robins
Engineer

Lyrics

Ayo..
People say that I changed, so did my ego
Cut the cancer out of my ways, I call it chemo
Tryna spend the rest of my days somewhere in rio
Lots of eyes stay on me, I feel like Preemo
Cause everything I do is seen as Premier
Skepticism in the air, but I am truly sincere
Snakes in the grass, landscape is so clear
I mow em down, I should change my name to Jonathan Deer
I came a long way from that boy with PTSD
I ride around town with a bounty, like come and get me
Live like John Cena, you **** can never see me
Wanna get a seat at the table, you gotta pay the fee
Anxiety ridden, Regardless I'm spittin'
With a torn shoulder cuff, I'm Jeter what I throw at these ****
It's Madvillany, how I'm throwing stones as these ****
They say I'm cheating how quickly they see me doubling figures
I trade sedans for the coupe
Took the longest of troupes
I get a band, put up half, and I call it recoup
Miles just ain't fair enough for when you step in my shoes
I take no excuse, I move like I got nothing to lose
I been too nice for too long holding myself back with the friendly shit
Get money move tact,
Never off track when it come to hustlin'
Fanned out be the hoes all for the bros
Morals be tumblin'
Brown liq and the blunt lit
Then I forget all the worrying
Anxious on the next move
Gotta keep watch from the devilish
Play tricks and they do flips
Distract you from the realest shit
Vice lord gotta vice horde
Gettin' tired of the juggling
Car crash but the life last
Gotta thank God for the humbling
Time flies from the dark rhymes of the darks times we fleeing from
Dark room, no a dark tomb, vibrations from the sound of drums
Cold raps from a cold cat
Dressed all black and the feelings numb
Don't spin when you don't win
We are not friends like are you dumb
You politicking with the wrong one
That's unfortunate
Black sheep real different from the competitive tournament
Past traumas ensue upon the future steps of prospering
Ducking off from the world
I ain't got no time for petty arguing
Written by: Brandon Martin, Jaleel Tyshon Mott, Matthew Bartolo Moleta
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