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traumatic thoughts - trenchbabydrip lyrics

“this is a place with no shame, this is a mind with no frame, this is the light with no dark, this is the truth with no faults”

trench

don’t know what i’m doing so have patience with me
my friends died i don’t cry so it’s hard to go to sleep
i act hard, my heart soft, i wear it on my sleeve
a lot of people around, i don’t talk, i got ptsd
they paint a picture like i’m all evil and wrong
really from the trenches i express myself through songs
i’m a stand on ten every time i could never be clowned
i been doing this alone
i been all on my own
dealing my pain with drilling
the bass i’m a boost to the ceiling
my head been caught up in the k!llings
i’m tryna stay out of my feelings
but lately i really been chillin’
they play i’m a tear down the building
i been seeing threats on the internet
i’ll hold it down ‘til they k!ll me
if they play i make ‘em feel me
me and my bros do the dump
i can’t go out like punk
nih
i can’t go out like no
chasing these motions and plays
in the college tryna change my ways
life is good, god great
i’m the poet so know they gone hate
bros, hoes, double date
no support wanna eat off my plate
i’m a good man in a cold world that’s why i got a slow heart rate
no emotions i’m used to heartbreaks
i got bad ways of dealing depression
i just pray that she bring out the best in me
i’m just glad that she ain’t like the rest of ‘em
adderall, tylenol
hope you proud of me cause i swear i’m proud of y’all
i come from percs, xans, codeine
unlike a lot of y’all
shoutout to my haters they keep me motivated
they wanna see me fall
can’t fall, won’t fall
i gotta do is make one call
they don’t wanna be my ops i’ll get ‘em gone
four shots at ya dome they’ll send ya home
cross me, snake me, say i did ‘em wrong
tryna be cool but you told on brother
tryna be cool but you free and he not
i told my brother we just got each other
i send money to jails
i’m trying my best to miss h*ll
cause i got some love ones inside of a cell, the streets know i’m tryna prevail
and god know it’s hard to forgive
bro dissin’ like we ain’t let him live
i seen trauma at the age of 12
scared of ‘em, i’m running from 12
i come from the trenches i’m different
poet of the streets they gone listen
trauma, i’m paying attention
the problems i’m having they mental
but i’m a put on for my city
come from dallas to terrell to denton
some a call me a criminal
but really just standing on business
uh, traumatic thoughts
traumatic thoughts
oh, uh

- trenchbabydrip lyrics

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