Post Traumatic Stress

(Lito) Sunrise I'm wide awake Sportscenter on repeat When she wake up, I'm just gon' put her back to sleep War-torn, this is insomnia at it's peak She want my heart but it's probably out in the streets Probably somewhere close to the promises I couldn't keep Truth don't even hurt her cause she refuse to believe To her, it's but a dream To me, it's just some time in between Heart in a pretzel and my mind in a sling So bored, I just be buying different things Flying to a different scene Cause I grind hard, the fuck you mean? I mean, in the meantime gotta mean time piece And a dime piece, nine fine freaks that ain't worth two cents each (Robin Raynelle) Where you goin'? Where you been? I don't care how much you spend Cause I love you the most when you're humble And you come back again (Lito) Last time we argued she said (Both) I hope you never rap again (Lito) I said me too and then she said (Both) Wait, what's happenin'? (Robin Raynelle) Wait, what's happenin'? (Lito) I said I don't know [Trey Songz sings] Was I doing wrong Will I ever get it right for you? No no (Lito) The phone ringed but I ain't moved Screen said don't answer so she ain't say who Is it or none of that Just embrace me and said "What we got is unbreakable" Then a text came through, it read "I'm pregnant and I hate you" Exclamation point Next text was some numbers, that's the day that it's due I don't know if she saw it so I just played it cool Next text was a picture It was her exposed navel, prenatal (Robin Raynelle) I only wish that you could visualize The way I see you through my eyes But instead you choose To act as if you have something to prove You know that I'm the one who here til the end I continue taking you back time and time again I know I should have gone but my heart's right here with you (Right here with you) Just me for you (Lito) She grabbed my phone and hit the wall I'm glad I ducked I wished that she didn't give a fuck This ain't true, say it's just my love for you Damn look what lust will do Another life, another broken home or two What good is a coupe when your riding all alone And you bought it as a his and hers set It wasn't just the sex Damn man I just wish I ain't tell her that I love her yet I need algebra to express, Y just another X Y just another X So now I'm higher than a fucking jet Surprised cause I know I used a rubber yet Here come another text To my other phone that says "I got yo lying stupid ass I'm done with this, have fun raising your fucking kid Bitch"