Listen to Street Love Song (PTSD) by EBK Jaaybo

Street Love Song (PTSD)

EBK Jaaybo

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Lyrics

Slash, slash, slash Post-traumatic stress disorder, head on a swivel First band that I touched, I went and bought a pistol Made a commitment to these streets Casino World, I really stand on what I preach 30 pokin' out the gleek Got the drops on the opps, but you ain't wanna go Is it love, or is it hate? 'Cause I can feel 'em both I got some questions I just wanna know They never understand until you gone, ay When I told you I was damaged, I was serious Sometimes I cry 'cause my pops ain't get to hear this shit Even a thug be in his feelings Fuck love, I'm reminiscin' 'bout them killings Having dreams about me drillin' every human moving I hate pissin' on my hands, but I'm in love with shootings Scars I needed you to heal, but your love ain't do it She don't really love a nigga, she just love my music When Casino lost his life, that was the saddest day I ain't even shed a tear, my mama had to pray She knew her baby changed Quit sports and starting diggin' graves They say I'm hidin', but I'm through they section everyday, ay Tryna make a way, this for my future kids They might revoke me for my life, or they might sentence it Just be prepared for whatever come Don't leave the house without your gun, ay Post-traumatic stress disorder, head on a swivel First band that I touched, I went and bought a pistol Made a commitment to these streets Casino World, I really stand on what I preach 30 pokin' out the gleek Got the drops on the opps, but you ain't wanna go Is it love or is it hate? 'Cause I can feel 'em both I got some questions I just wanna know They never understand until you gone, ay When I told you I was damaged, I was serious Sometimes I cry 'cause my pops ain't get to hear this shit Even a thug be in his feelings Fuck love, I'm reminiscin' 'bout them killings Having dreams about me drillin' every human movin' I hate pissin' on my hands, but I'm in love with shootings Scars I needed you to heal, but your love ain't do it She don't really love a nigga, she just love my music What's up with y'all, man? It's your boy Rari, man You already know, man I'm in the lab right now, man My lab, you know? It's official, man All real family, man, you know? It's finna get crazy, man We'll give y'all a little I'ma let y'all see what we doing over here, man, look This how we doin' it over here, man We gettin' it in over here, man We're not playin', man You already see, I got the I got my niggas in here, man They in the lab, man In the lab with me, man (All day) Still in the lab, my nigga Mac Fully, man, fully paid, man You feel me? We ain't playin', man Show them that shit, man I'ma let y'all see the I'ma let y'all see the booth, man Take y'all to see the booth, man It's the booth, man, this where it all get (slash, slash, slash) It's where it get crazy at
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