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Fantasia Barrino – PTSD

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Текст Fantasia Barrino – PTSD

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You gotta put it down (Yup)
(Yup) You gotta put it down (Yup)
I just can’t be with just anybody
Captain

Wish I could just pick up the phone (Ooh, you know I can’t do that)
You know this blood is in the stone (So no, it won’t go back)
Baby, save all that weak shit for your Mama
Baby, save all that weak shit for your boss at work
Had one job, couldn’t do it, she fumbled
You was talkin’ like you was gon’ be something, ooh
I gave it to you but you messed it up
Wasn’t good enough
One thing I won’t do is be with anyone
‘Cause I’m not for everyone

I can’t let you give me PTSD (PTSD)
I can’t let you give me PTSD (PTSD)
I can’t let you give me PTSD (PTSD)
I can’t let you give me PTSD (PTSD)
I can’t let you give me
Save all that weak shit for your Mama (Oh for your Mama)
Save all that weak shit for your boss at work (Boss at work, at work)
Had one job, couldn’t do it, she fumbled
I can’t let you give me PTSD
I can’t let you give me PTSD
I can’t let you give me

Post traumatic stress disorder, oh no (You gotta put it down)
Post traumatic sex disorder oh no, oh, oh
Post traumatic (You gotta put it down)

Boop (Yeah)
You’re all I think about, admit

You know you’re in here right now on this naked
That booty, them thighs (What else?)
Them lips (What else?)
That hair (Ooh, especially the hair, ‘specially the hair)
Good God almighty great googly moogly (Yeah)
She gon’ ran through for me (Yeah)
Girl, what you do to me? (Yeah)
I let ’em eat like charcuterie
Flashback, bottle, late nights in the hatchback (Yeah)
Shawty from the A, it’s time to bring crack back
She want me to kill that thing and I’ma smash that (Yeah)
She really tryna end up a hashtag
Oh, no, no, no (No, no, no) I won’t take it slow (Slow)
You gon’ remember this, lay on the floor (Floor)
‘Cause I don’t want your (Your), neighbours to hear this shit
This gon’ be a win, win, win (Win)
Put it on this twinny, twin, twin (Twin)
You know what I do, give me round two
I can’t let you, I can’t let you

I can’t let you give me PTSD (Ooh oh)
I can’t let you give me PTSD (Woah oh, oh, oh)
I can’t let you give me PTSD
I can’t let you give me PTSD (Oh no)
I can’t let you give me
Save all that weak shit for your Mama (Save all that weak shit for your Mama)
Save all that weak shit for your boss at work (Boss at work)
The one job I can’t do, she fumbled
I can’t let you give me PTSD
I can’t let you give me PTSD
I can’t let you give me