PTSD (feat. Tank and the Bonfyre)

You gotta put it down

Wish I could just pick up the phone

(Ooh, you know you can't do that) I can't do that

You know this blood is set in 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, you fumbled

Just 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 (Baby, save all this weak shit for your mama)

I can't let you give me PTSD (Baby, save all this weak shit)

(For your boss at work)

I can't let you give me PTSD (Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled)

I can't let you give me PTSD

I can't let you give me PTSD, I can't let you give me

Girl, don't be my, oh

Oh, you remember when I give that

Oh, you remember when I get that

Oh, you remember when I got a taste of

And you remember it late at night

Go to waste

Give us that kinda make you put your phone on silent

Wasn't makin' peace, we was gettin' more violent

I tried to tell you be cool

But you had to throw and try, yes

I just don't know what to do

And you dream about is ridin' it

I can tell you would never be the same, yeah

I can tell by the way you scream my name, ooh

In too deep, not denting out the frame, oh

Now you can't get this D up off your brain, oh

I can't let you give me PTSD

I can't let you give me PTSD

(I know you was tryin', not gon' let you do it again)

I can't let you give me PTSD (Not gon' let ya give it to me)

I can't let you give me PTSD (Yeah, yeah)

Sex is lingerie I can put on

Smells so good in the room, most expensive perfume I could put on

Want that back to back shake, make me quiver

'Bout two in the morning, so get up

Thought that ego was big

Words you ain't live, but you know how to put on, yeah

Know you wanna come back after havin' it

My body like a limo that's automatic

If I give you control, then you swerve to have it

Boy, you gon' give me that bullshit lie?

I need you better to know about it

Post traumatic sex disorder

Don't wanna do the same things all the time

I don't wanna have sex, not like a thousand degrees

Can't let you, let you keep up with me

You can pick up the pace, you might just get replaced

Can't let you give me PTSD

I can't let you give me PTSD (Baby, save all this weak shit for your mama)

I can't let you give me PTSD (Baby, save all this weak shit)

(For your boss at work)

I can't let you give me PTSD (Had one job, couldn't do it, you 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 sex disorder

I can't let you give me PTSD

(You so nasty, you so, you so classy) I can't let you give me

Post traumatic sex disorder