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Surf – PTSD Lyrics

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ARTIST: Surf
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Surf PTSD Lyrics:

[Intro]
And my new bitch gon’ love me forever (Forever)
I can’t kick it with you ’cause you move like the devil (The devil)
I’m an angel from God, I descended from heaven (From heaven)
Fifty Grand
(You ruin everything)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Drivin’ three-hundred a T
I came from a place with a whole lot of fiends (Yeah)
I feel like a vegan, a whole lot of green
I been through a lot, I got PTSD (Yeah)
My pockets on lucky, they sippin’ on lean (Yeah)
I’m workin’ too hard, I don’t get me no sleep (Yeah)
I’m ballin’ too hard, I should be in a league (Yeah)
If I’m clutchin’ the fire, then you might need to leave
I been ridin’ with racks in the passenger seat (Yeah)
And I’m rollin’, boys up
Let a nigga fuck up, we gon’ turn that lil’ boy to a casualty
She been blowin’ my phone all irrationally (Yeah)
I been fuckin’ on hoes, it don’t matter to me (Yeah)
I’ma give your bitch back, boy, it might be a week (Ha)
I don’t need the whole thing, I just need a lil’ piece (Ha)
[Chorus]
And he say he want smoke, need a whole lot of guns (Whole lot of guns)
I been in the club with a whole lot of ones (Whole lot of ones)
Should’ve stayed down, could’ve had you a bunch (A bunch)
Money so long, can’t fold it at once (At once)
I be gettin’ fucked up, tryna soak it all in (Yeah)
I done been through a lot, I can’t hold it all in
Everything I do, I gotta go all in (Yeah)
Everything I do, I gotta go all in (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
And my new bitch gon’ love me forever (Forever)
I can’t kick it with you ’cause you move like the devil (The devil)
I’m an angel from God, I descended from heaven (From heaven)
Give me some love, you been givin’ me hell (Yeah)
You been wishin’ me bad, I been wishin’ you well
Money so long, it’s as tell as an elf (Elf)
Yo’ money funny, it sound like Chappelle
I’m with a baddie, get top when I drive
She don’t eat meat, she like, “Alhamdulillah”
Stick to the plan, baby, stick with the vibe
I be high in the room, I be geeked when I fly
Run a bag up in L.A., it feel like the move (Yeah)
I remember them days when I didn’t get to choose
Had to cut the bitch off ’cause she stay in a mood
Keep me a stick on me, stay with a broom
[Chorus]
And he say he want smoke, need a whole lot of guns (Yeah)
I been in the club with a whole lot of ones (Yeah)
Should’ve stayed down, could’ve had you a bunch
Money so long, can’t fold it at once
I be gettin’ fucked up, tryna soak it all in
I done been through a lot, I can’t hold it all in
Everything I do, I gotta go all in
Everything I do, I gotta go all in
And he say he want smoke, need a whole lot of guns (Whole lot of guns)
I been in the club with a whole lot of ones (Whole lot of ones)
Should’ve stayed down, could’ve had you a bunch (A bunch)
Money so long, can’t fold it at once (At once)
I be gettin’ fucked up, tryna soak it all in (Yeah)
I done been through a lot, I can’t hold it all in
Everything I do, I gotta go all in (Yeah)
Everything I do, I gotta go all in (Yeah)

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