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Traumatized Video (MV)




Performed By: Burden
Length: 2:55
Written by: Kenneth Bartels




Burden - Traumatized Lyrics




Ohhhh, don't say it ain't so
Everybody gotta go,
Everybody gotta go sometime

Boy I come up from another side
The other side
Boy I'm talking drugs and homocide ,
It's homocide , inside my head,
Wishin I would die,
We live and die its by the lead,
Talkin Traumatized,

First we wanted five figures, and five figures was cool,
Then we wanted six figures, and six figures is cool,
Now we chasing 7 figures,
But 8 or 9 would be cool,
How the hell we this successful,
We all dropped out of school,
S was cool,
Then we wanted six figures, and six figures is cool,
Now we chasing 7 figures,
But 8 or 9 would be cool,
How the hell we this successful,
We all dropped out of school,

I don't think they understand,
F*ck the whole world, cause I wasn't feelin the plan,
Thought I was God sent, but I'm just man,
Thought I fell off, came back with the bands,
Blowin on strands,
Gold on my hands,
Gold my neck,
My haters be fans,
Thang in my pants, I do not dance,
I'm gettin revenge if you gimme the chance,
Pussy boy be talkin why you stalkin on the gram,
You just actin, ain't no action, your bitch asking for some grams,
If I smash her, imma pass her, wash my dick and wash my hands,
Go remind him you ain't shining when your diamonds look like sand,
We let em know how the bottom feel,
Ain't have no gas in the Bonneville,
Was hittin a lick homie on the real,
We thicken the figures, ain't got a deal,
Ain't tryna get raided, I'm tryna get rich,
Done with them days bein Down on my dick,
Livin in whips, with no pot to piss,
And all my dawg need is a pot and a brick,
Yea WOOO!
Good hearted don't get it wrong
But I will do what I gotta do,
And you gotta go if it's me or you,
-Sometimes I'm so f*cked up, boy I be seeing two,
And these police got me f*cked up think I'm speaking to em



First we wanted five figures, and five figures was cool,
Then we wanted six figures, and six figures is cool,
Now we chasing 7 figures,
But 8 or 9 would be cool,
How the hell we this successful,
We all dropped out of school,

Said it was cool,
Then we wanted six figures, and six figures is cool,
Now we chasing 7 figures,
But 8 or 9 would be cool,
How the hell we this successful,
We all dropped out of school,

Yea I come up from another side
The other side
Boy I'm talking drugs and homocide ,
It's homocide , inside my head,
Wishin I would die,
We live and die its by the lead,
Talkin Traumatized,
Yea I come up from another side
The other side
Boy I'm talking drugs and homocide ,
It's homocide , inside my head,
Wishin I would die,
We live and die its by the lead,
Talkin Traumatized, ooh

Ohhhh, don't say it ain't so
But everybody gotta go sometime
Boy I come up from another side
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Ohhhh, don't say it ain't so
Everybody gotta go,
Everybody gotta go sometime

Boy I come up from another side
The other side
Boy I'm talking drugs and homocide ,
It's homocide , inside my head,
Wishin I would die,
We live and die its by the lead,
Talkin Traumatized,

First we wanted five figures, and five figures was cool,
Then we wanted six figures, and six figures is cool,
Now we chasing 7 figures,
But 8 or 9 would be cool,
How the hell we this successful,
We all dropped out of school,
S was cool,
Then we wanted six figures, and six figures is cool,
Now we chasing 7 figures,
But 8 or 9 would be cool,
How the hell we this successful,
We all dropped out of school,

I don't think they understand,
F*ck the whole world, cause I wasn't feelin the plan,
Thought I was God sent, but I'm just man,
Thought I fell off, came back with the bands,
Blowin on strands,
Gold on my hands,
Gold my neck,
My haters be fans,
Thang in my pants, I do not dance,
I'm gettin revenge if you gimme the chance,
Pussy boy be talkin why you stalkin on the gram,
You just actin, ain't no action, your bitch asking for some grams,
If I smash her, imma pass her, wash my dick and wash my hands,
Go remind him you ain't shining when your diamonds look like sand,
We let em know how the bottom feel,
Ain't have no gas in the Bonneville,
Was hittin a lick homie on the real,
We thicken the figures, ain't got a deal,
Ain't tryna get raided, I'm tryna get rich,
Done with them days bein Down on my dick,
Livin in whips, with no pot to piss,
And all my dawg need is a pot and a brick,
Yea WOOO!
Good hearted don't get it wrong
But I will do what I gotta do,
And you gotta go if it's me or you,
-Sometimes I'm so f*cked up, boy I be seeing two,
And these police got me f*cked up think I'm speaking to em



First we wanted five figures, and five figures was cool,
Then we wanted six figures, and six figures is cool,
Now we chasing 7 figures,
But 8 or 9 would be cool,
How the hell we this successful,
We all dropped out of school,

Said it was cool,
Then we wanted six figures, and six figures is cool,
Now we chasing 7 figures,
But 8 or 9 would be cool,
How the hell we this successful,
We all dropped out of school,

Yea I come up from another side
The other side
Boy I'm talking drugs and homocide ,
It's homocide , inside my head,
Wishin I would die,
We live and die its by the lead,
Talkin Traumatized,
Yea I come up from another side
The other side
Boy I'm talking drugs and homocide ,
It's homocide , inside my head,
Wishin I would die,
We live and die its by the lead,
Talkin Traumatized, ooh

Ohhhh, don't say it ain't so
But everybody gotta go sometime
Boy I come up from another side
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Writer: Kenneth Bartels
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