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• Artiste: Rod Wave
• Titre: PTSD
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Ooh, this a Mac beat Ayy, yeah See, it's a lot of shit left me scarred I need chains to protect my heart It's a lot of shit left me scarred But pain makes us who we are And they say true love never dies But I felt that way when Deja left Even though they say I can't blame myself Still ain't forgave myself From the 'jects to a private jet, reminiscing and wishing I could take back the past and I could do it somethin' different Way before the rapping, the record labels, and bitches Way before my homies was dead and goin' to prison But the good go young, them other niggas, they don't last, yeah Chaz caught 20 at 18 and it was last year One down, 19 more to go Mama told me that karma real, son, slow your roll Go ask them niggas, we never spoke So many fake friends and smiling faces I try to smile to hide the pain but I can't seem to shake it It's like that shit be on my brain on a daily base Remember Deja died, I cried just like a baby, that pain shit made me It's a lot of shit left me scarred I need chains to protect my heart It's a lot of shit left me scarred But pain makes us who we are And they say true love never dies But I felt that way when Deja left Even though they say I can't blame myself Still ain't forgave myself, yeah