Skepta, Chip, Young Adz - Traumatised Lyrics

Yeah
They ain't never took so much drugs as me
As who?
Shh

Young nigga I was broke, had to rely on the school for lunch
Fast forward five years, sending youngins to cunch
The jakes told me that it was one of you out of the bunch
And I eat that pussy, she just serve filet mignon
Love triangle, I call that a pyramid boy
Shotgun shots to the head just like I'm a Ritalin boy
Yeah, and she told me that I'm pretty so I feel like Floyd
She ain't never took a pill on first flight get you void

Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised
I told bae that I need time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

I'm close to the edge so please don't push me, please don't give me a reason
Where I'm from, you catch a body, that's an achievement
Told my young G, "You can't be broke another season
Gotta wrap them things, burn the cling, you have to seal 'em
"Cause if they burst in your belly, we're gonna have to carry you in a hearse to get buried"
Born into the greaze, man it's a curse, boy it's tekky
Keep my eye on the Ps, nah we ain't flirting with no Jezzys
Free my niggas in the cells, Moss Side to Lozells
This guys like Pimpernel, crack in their finger nails
They put the food in the street, we just tryna hit the sales
Fuck the jakes, stay on my wave, man I'm feeling like Bigavel

Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised
I told bae that I need time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

Primary school days we would play stuck in the mud
And now my friends are trapping just tryna get out of the mud
Starter pack, food in the Persil bag, scales and some gloves
I wasn't funded by no label, I was funded with drugs
I know the struggle
I know the dogs who really bark, I know the muzzles
Can't let your environment trap your mind gotta clock the puzzle
I know niggas who are down but up, I know niggas who are up but down
Getting money don't end these struggles
Things on the brain, but I don't complain more time just hibernate and smoke weed
Gyally wanna blow me off, I blow trees, tell 'em fall back I'm working on me
Late nights when I think bout shit that I've been through and the things that's I've seen
Chatting to A about PTSD long before you heard the CD

Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised
I told bae that I need time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

I pray at night like, heavenly father can you help me
All this weed and all this liquor so unhealthy
Ain't feeling my self but fans still want a selfie
They can't read my like a book and they can't shelf me