Trauma & Pistols Lyrics

I know I take the fault

See I easily fall in love

I done been dirt at the bottom

That's why I ain't the type to judge

See I'm soberly fighting demons

Seen my cousin stuck on drugs

Gave my heart up twice it got broke

Rejection hurt been feeling numb

Hurt me when you blocked me

But It's cool Ain't send a text

Lowkey building onto my trauma

Feel you moving just like my ex

shi not meant to be

Its still love wish you da best

5k in the store

Hit the block and spent the rest

Never changed on the block

Don't think I ever will

Sending money out to the jails

I kept it real

That's why I'm here

And it's clear that you don't want me

Why my heart still want you here

Why Im recording bout my heart

Guess a part want you to hear

Wasn't tryna force your love

I just thought we had a vibe

I was hoping it would work

But it don't matter how hard I tried

I seen my nigga body

Only God know how hard I cried

I done seen the weirdest shi

Moved accordingly and kept it quiet

Is it wrong for me to miss you

Spendin money till I forget you

Inna trenches with sum demons

Bond over trauma and these pistols

Is it wrong for me to miss you

Spendin money till I forget you

Inna trenches with sum demons

Bond over trauma and these pistols

Me n bro bond over pain

Know some niggas say that I changed

A nigga called me lame

Same nigga that dropped a name

When I'm stayin out the way

They don't get how far I came

Mayday text me frm the feds

Say don't forget us with the fame

And they say that ima star

But still I miss my world

They say there's plenty women

But still I miss my girl

My word is all I got

I'm forever keep it thurl

Whatever she want she get it

Prada bag the pattern Merle

Copped on straight designer

Expensive pain

ik I'm coping

Stabbed me in my heart

Scars is open

Know im broken

They say I'm mia

I hope this money bring me closure

And them words still broke my heart

That same day she said it's over

Is it wrong for me to miss you

Spendin money till I forget you

Inna trenches with sum demons

Bond over trauma and these pistols

Is it wrong for me to miss you

Spendin money till I forget you

Inna trenches with sum demons

Bond over trauma and these pistols