PTSD (Slowed+Reverb)

I got PTSD and it shows I've been healing tryna let it go

Got a deeper hurting in my soul Got me speeding, swerving down the road

Fake a smile and keep it on the low

Got the liquor mixing with the smoke

Can't ask for help from somebody, ain't helpin themselves so I'd rather do bad on my own

I get stuck in a loop, hop right back in the zone

Made a promise to go get a bag for the bros

I ain't nowhere near rich, but this bag getting long

Had to step on the leeches, try tagging along

You slip from this height, ain't no padding to fall

When you step up and plate, better bat at the ball

Ain't mad at nobody that say that they hate me