..I still can’t seem to escape the panic
PTSD, streets did the damage
Kept me in hammock, laid back with cannons
Get me fucked up, it be's calamity
I'ma come through and leave some damages
Goddamn, somebody call amberlamp
Or ambulanceses, out of chanceses
Fuck that weak shit you be bantering
You're a common cold and my flows are cancerous
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