P.T.S.D - Scarlxrd

I’m chilling and cruising

Always repeating the movement

These niggas they get it or lose it

I’d rather turn it to ruins

They want to tell me I’m ruthless

I think it’s so fuckin' stupid

I want my sound to expand

Fuck it I don’t need a plan

I’m 'bout to bring on the press

They went from riches to rags

I can’t be dealing with trash

I’ll give your girl to my mans

She wanna party and smash

I want em chewing on xans

You won’t be getting her back

Come lemme show you my hands

I just got right back, from my latest phase (Yah)

Thought it would clear my mind out

Nope, still got rage

Really took some time out

Counting up the wrong deeds

If you flow to my mouth

Whole squad get stayed

Still got bars in the back of my head top

Twisted and unlocked to my skull like dreadlocks

I played the game of life so good

I don’t think i’ll ever get sent off

Reset button, fresh start

Wake n' bake then make ten songs

I do the tricks when I take off

On the grind in my skatepark

Crushed all my Jack Joe’s spot my jeweler

Nobody’s home so nobody calls

I could take shots with no eyes

And without no legs and I still would score

Talk the real talk some more

I’m just that guy, cold to the core

Mr. Freeze would melt in war

I got the heat in store

I do the things that you love cause I’m bored

I made sure everything was raw

They said Maz when you get it you really gon' run with it

But I got it all and I called

Memories cloudy, don’t remember it all

Feel like I’m Jason Bourne

Was on the grind from night till morn'

Saying fuck sleep when the blinds were drawn

Spit two lines

Some rhyme for sport

You goin' drown if you run out jaws

It’s goin' take more than special force

You want to take my man down like an A74 now

Listen, I still think why not put mine down like wild dot silence

Peace and quiet

Live life private

I made the moves on auto pilot

I’m chilling and cruising

Always repeating the movement

These niggas they get it or lose it

I’d rather turn it to ruins

They want to tell me I’m ruthless

I think it’s so fuckin' stupid

I want my sound to expand

Fuck it I don’t need a plan

I’m 'bout to bring on the press

They went from riches to rags

I can’t be dealing with trash

I’ll give your girl to my mans

She wanna party and smash

I want em chewing on xans

You won’t be getting her back

Come lemme show you my hands

I want to ride in my whip (aye)

I want to chill with my woes (damn)

I get high in my whip

Stay down with ten toes like oooh

All this motherfuckin' money change my mood

I just cut that bitch off she was getting too rude

I got so many bodies in the ground down

All this liquor in my bloodstream, I should slow it down

All you niggas wanna talk that talk

And it’s all the same

But I do not pay mind to commas

Swear that niggas getting paid

I track tracks in my yard

Scarlxrd still gets rowdy

I’m just fine on my own

Don’t need no one 'round me

Them men there some fuckboys

Them men there some pagans

I only do this music ting to let out the frustration, like damn

I’m chilling and cruising

Always repeating the movement

These niggas they get it or lose it

I’d rather turn it to ruins

They want to tell me I’m ruthless

I think it’s so fuckin' stupid

I want my sound to expand

Fuck it I don’t need a plan

I’m 'bout to bring on the press

They went from riches to rags

I can’t be dealing with trash

I’ll give your girl to my mans

She wanna party and smash

I want em chewing on xans

You won’t be getting her back

Come lemme show you my hands

I’m chilling and cruising

Always repeating the movement

These niggas they get it or lose it

I’d rather turn it to ruins

They want to tell me I’m ruthless

I think it’s so fuckin' stupid

I want my sound to expand

Fuck it I don’t need a plan

I’m 'bout to bring on the press

They went from riches to rags

I can’t be dealing with trash

I’ll give your girl to my mans

She wanna party and smash

I want em chewing on xans

You won’t be getting her back

Come lemme show you my hands

Welcome to the 3 Voicemail Service

Message from:

Fuck you, you never text me back, fuckin' bipolar head-ass nigga I fuckin'

can’t stand you.

I don’t know why you keep acting this way, one day you’re

fuckin' this, next day you’re that I really can’t fuckin' stand you nigga,

fuck you

I hope it motherfucking hurts

When you see me

I hope it burns

I hope it really fucking hurts

This time

You will burn