Pgalmmvgtyyy - Ptsd Lyrics

I'm solely rebellious, been lone in my efforts, belong in elections
I don't see celebrities as role models their just, or more even F'd up
My Phone, keep on texting, they callin, reject it, the tone leave a message
I won't even stress it, she told me it's helpless, she can't beat depression

As it seems collective, our whole people reckless, can't hold me subjective
The more we reject it, and hope seems accessible, the more we meet dead ends
Although we is blessed and We kno we is special, but most people can't tell
Tryna cope, weed and xanny's and antidepressants just don't even help it
Post traumatic stress disorder this PTSD yea it's deeply felt in
The whole U of S A, invoked in the ghettos, so it just seem so regular
But hope weakens, stands thin, it go each and every moment and each damn second
Yo faith reached a stand still, you know He gon test it, just stay strong we can't fail

Hate it or love it, 9 times out of 10 it's sum
That a shove you right off of the edge, well how far can you jump
Cause no matter how hard you budge, seem the wall closing in on you
Dark cloud is always above you, I walked miles and all in puddles but
I can't Succumb and lose passion I remain focus
Yea I laugh a little, although in my gut I'm burning up
Aye and I wanna give it up, but quitting just not in my blood
And it's a thin line, I mean rope, I'm walking on, now watch me run it
I been suffering, since a youngin, I won't keep that motive
Or a reason for me to retreat go back and be the old me
I keep on growing, and sound been lil subtle
Is it foul if I just boast cause awhile I been humble
I been down to ground round but now I'm in my duffle
And now niggas clowns, shootin rounds scared to scuffle
But how you move around without cals if they bussin
So now it's goin around, wow cycle got us stuck but aye

If only you let it, controllin yo destiny, it seems no way else than
It's slow even family, just don't see what's best and you lonely feel barren
Suppose even yo best friends just go leave you stranded, it's PG vs every (Body, f*ck)
Just know people selfish, it don't prestige or help them, support least in effort

Don't owe me, indebted, so won't be depressed since I'm holding my head high
My goal, seek perfection, I won't cease til excellent, so I'm easily let down
At most, least respect me, you don't, see well that's coo, don't either when success hit
Police wreak oppression, they smoke people and get more falsely arrested

As it seems collective, our whole people reckless, can't hold me subjective
The more we reject it, and hope seems accessible, the more we meet dead ends
Although we is blessed and We kno we is special, but most people can't tell
Tryna cope, weed and xanny's and antidepressants just don't even help it
Post traumatic stress disorder this PTSD yea it's deeply felt in
The whole U of S A, invoked in the ghettos, so it just seem so regular
But hope weakens, stands thin, it go each and every moment and each damn second
Yo faith reached a stand still, you know He gon test it, just stay strong we can't fail