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Trauma
by Lil Jay Wop
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Trauma
That shit keep calling my name
I'm going crazy in the booth, and inside of my brain
But I can't love you
Could never be the same
Cause I can't trust you
So stay up in yo' lane, yeah
I can't forget just what you did and you know that's a fact
And if I tell you that's it's over, then I ain't coming back
And yeah I mean that
You ain't ever seen that
I put you on to new things, can you believe that
Believe that
I know they be saying you can't achieve that
You can do anything that you put your mind to
You gotta just get in your bag, get on your grind too
And if you think that girl yours, she for the gang dude
You either boss or get bossed, those ain't the same two
Few rounds, girl you worth a few
Junkies go'n pop 'em a perc or two
I been tryna find my purpose, dude
That toxic shit can't work with you
I know these niggas they all go'n be hurt when they see me up on the charts
I know they mad, they just be talkin
They know that I'm going hard
They know that I'm going far
Brodie had died off the bars
I'm growing ode & smarter
Fuck, if I wanna, hop on the border
Trauma
That shit keep calling my name
I'm going crazy in the booth, and inside of my brain
But I can't love you
Could never be the same
Cause I can't trust you
So stay up in yo' lane, yeah
I can't forget just what you did and you know that's a fact
And if I tell you that's it's over, then I ain't coming back
And yeah, I mean that
You ain't ever seen that
I put you on to new things, can you believe that
New things
Pop Smoke, having mood swings
But I can't deal with it
I'm keeping it real baby
But I can't go back to them old days, baby
I was just
Dogging all these hoes, like, all through the hall
Yeah, I'm pulling up on bitches at the stu and at the mall, yeah
We ain't fornicating, yeah I think that's what it's called, yeah
I got too much drip, if you walk 'round you might fall, yeah
Yeah, I know I'm born to ball, yeah
Standing on my money, eight feet tall, yeah
And I know these niggas hating but I do not care at all, yeah
Trauma
That shit keep calling my name
I'm going crazy in the booth, and inside of my brain
But I can't love you
Could never be the same
Cause I can't trust you
So stay up in yo' lane, yeah
I can't forget just what you did and you know that's a fact
And if I tell you that's it's over, then I ain't coming back
And yeah, I mean that
You ain't ever seen that
I put you on to new things, can you believe that
Trauma
That shit keep calling my name
I'm going crazy in the booth, and inside of my brain
But I can't love you
Could never be the same
Cause I can't trust you
So stay up in yo' lane, yeah
I can't forget just what you did and you know that's a fact
And if I tell you that's it's over, then I ain't coming back
And yeah I mean that
You ain't ever seen that
I put you on to new things, can you believe that
Believe that
I know they be saying you can't achieve that
You can do anything that you put your mind to
You gotta just get in your bag, get on your grind too
And if you think that girl yours, she for the gang dude
You either boss or get bossed, those ain't the same two
Few rounds, girl you worth a few
Junkies go'n pop 'em a perc or two
I been tryna find my purpose, dude
That toxic shit can't work with you
I know these niggas they all go'n be hurt when they see me up on the charts
I know they mad, they just be talkin
They know that I'm going hard
They know that I'm going far
Brodie had died off the bars
I'm growing ode & smarter
Fuck, if I wanna, hop on the border
Trauma
That shit keep calling my name
I'm going crazy in the booth, and inside of my brain
But I can't love you
Could never be the same
Cause I can't trust you
So stay up in yo' lane, yeah
I can't forget just what you did and you know that's a fact
And if I tell you that's it's over, then I ain't coming back
And yeah, I mean that
You ain't ever seen that
I put you on to new things, can you believe that
New things
Pop Smoke, having mood swings
But I can't deal with it
I'm keeping it real baby
But I can't go back to them old days, baby
I was just
Dogging all these hoes, like, all through the hall
Yeah, I'm pulling up on bitches at the stu and at the mall, yeah
We ain't fornicating, yeah I think that's what it's called, yeah
I got too much drip, if you walk 'round you might fall, yeah
Yeah, I know I'm born to ball, yeah
Standing on my money, eight feet tall, yeah
And I know these niggas hating but I do not care at all, yeah
Trauma
That shit keep calling my name
I'm going crazy in the booth, and inside of my brain
But I can't love you
Could never be the same
Cause I can't trust you
So stay up in yo' lane, yeah
I can't forget just what you did and you know that's a fact
And if I tell you that's it's over, then I ain't coming back
And yeah, I mean that
You ain't ever seen that
I put you on to new things, can you believe that
