Fivio Foreign and Lil Tjay - Trauma

Ooh, you're cool as ever
Your heart, it glitters in gold
You make me quiver, shiver
Got me like o-o-oh
You're cool as ever (shit)
Your heart, it glitters in gold
You make me quiver, shiver (uh)
Got me like, o-o-oh (yeah)

Did so much shit, when I take losses, feel like karma (uh)
'Member I was broke, well, now I'm swimmin' in these commas (uh)
Sippin' on this cup, and I'm just thinkin' 'bout my mama (uh)
I'm tryna keep a focus, I'm attractin' all this drama (uh)
Yeah, huh, and I don't even know who fault it is (I don't)
But I climbed too far to go and fall to this (I won't)
Bitch, I knew for years (years), actin' like she care
Goin' live, clout chasin', look at all this shit (uh)
Gotta stay solid under pressure (pressure)
Niggas talkin' caps, so I don't let them give me lectures (nah)
I don't think you corny, nigga, I just think I'm better
And the feds probably read your shit, so I don't send 'em letters (uh)
Huh, yeah, and all that hatin' get me sick (get me sick)
If I was broke and you was me, you'd be a lick (huh, yeah)
Half a Percocet and liquor get me lit (yeah)
I'll probably fall asleep, so I don't hit the spliff (uh)

I said yes, say that, no shame (yeah)
Gotta work into the goal as far as I came (yeah)
I been doin' me, bro, don't be strange (huh)
No breaks, I want everything (huh)
Niggas get a buzz, I don't know why they stop (damn)
I don't know why they stop (damn)
Huh (huh), I don't know why they stop (huh)
I work too hard to let 'em take me out my spot (yeah)

Smoke for the trauma, sip for the pain (pain)
I rap for the commas (huh), I click for the gang (baow)
Made it, so I walk around with foreign everything (skrrt)
Real nigga, I ain't ever had no water on my name (yeah)
Water on my wrist though, water on my chain (mm)
Water got your bitch wet, make her go insane (uh)
Pull up in that new coupe, might take off the brain (skrrt)
I done probably drove every fuckin' foreign you can name (skrrt, skrrt)

Locked up, free my niggas sittin' in them chains (yeah)
Full score, tryna get some new points for the gang (huh)
If this ain't what you want, then slow your role and play your lane (nah)
'Cause the moment bodies drop, this shit'll never be the same (grrr)
Lotta niggas real, couple niggas fake (yeah)
Got the bag then my thoughts flipped the other way (uh)
Dirty nigga, why you steady lookin' at my plate?
It be greedy niggas, those type of niggas that I hate (uh)
Traumatized, thinkin', head bussin', nothin' fake (yeah)
Tryna talk to God, but I don't know if he relate (yeah)
Like, if they would've took me, am I valid through the gate?
It's the type of shit that I don't know
It's the type of shit that I be feelin' when I'm low (damn)
In the clouds, I'm smokin' on this dummy out the O (damn)
Mama told me, "Gotta stop the dissin', gotta grow" (okay)
Then I think 'bout how them niggas wanted me to go (huh)

Smoke for the trauma, sip for the pain (pain)
Rap for the commas, click for the gang (baow)
Made it, so I walk around with foreign everything (uh)
Real nigga, I ain't ever had no water on my name (nah)
Water on my wrist though, water on my chain
Water got your bitch wet, make her go insane (huh)
Pull up in that new coupe, might take off the brain (skrrt)
I done probably drove every fuckin' foreign you can name (skrrt, skrrt)

Written by:
Brendan Walsh, Maxie Lee Ryles, Kristof Lilienthal, Tione Merritt, Luis Campozano

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