[Lyric] Memories (Tigh & Stubbyondabeat)

[Intro: Tigh]
(Run that shit Stubby)
I loathe the day, I loathe the day
Load up and spray
PTSD in my mind, body reclined, brain on the decline

[Chorus 1: Tigh]
I loathe the day, I loathe the day
That I got to load up and spray, against my enemies
Fight them off, got to erase the memories
Reminiscing time, time, time
Shit I’m not fine, fine, fine
PTSD in my mind, body reclined, brain on the decline
You don’t know what I’ve been through so quit acting and being fake kind
Screaming in basements, many tears shed, my family cried
My minds a maze, I’m, in a daze
Got hit by a stun grenade, time to roll with the next brigade

[Verse 1: Tigh]
Time to roll, get out the gates
On the road, my memories chasing
On the phone, my line been banging
Don’t got no weapons clanging
I step on steppers faking
Lately my heart been vacant
Got for sale signs all over, but seems like nobody taking
I been, cool
Shake buddy out his, shoes
Y’all want to see me, lose
If I lose you lose, too
Don’t understand the system just know it take advantage of fools
But hey, you choose, it’s up to you, if you want to prosper or you want the boot
[Chorus 2: Tigh]
I loathe the day, I loathe the day
That I got to load up and spray, against my enemies
Fight them off, got to erase the memories
Reminiscing time, time, time
Shit I’m not fine, fine, fine
PTSD in my mind, body reclined, brain on the decline
You don’t know what I’ve been through so quit acting and being fake kind
Screaming in basements, many tears shed, my family cried
My minds a maze, I'm, in a daze
Got hit by a stun grenade, time to roll with the next brigade

[Verse 2: Tigh]
My memories chasing me
Look back, they chasing me
They can’t keep pace with me
Or I don’t think at least
What happened, I can’t breathe
Sweat-in, like 80 degrees
I’m Baking, I can’t breathe
Guess I can’t, take the heat
You got to rollie rollie rollie roll on
Gotta know the past and the memories gone
Family altercations, court cases, replacements not the same as before
My life never the same, hard to close those doors
I need it back, I need what I had
Torn apart is the world, that I used to have
I need it back, I need what I had
My people getting older so fast
[Chorus 3: Tigh]
I loathe the day, I loathe the day
That I got to load up and spray, against my enemies
Fight them off, got to erase the memories
Reminiscing time, time, time
Shit I’m not fine, fine, fine
PTSD in my mind, body reclined, brain on the decline
You don’t know what I’ve been through so quit acting and being fake kind
Screaming in basements, many tears shed, my family cried
My minds a maze, I'm, in a daze
Got hit by a stun grenade, time to roll with the next brigade, yeah