Time2 Lyrics - P.t.s.d. - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - Pharoahe Monch

Lord, lord, lord 

Well well well well well. 

Help me cleanse my sins 

Help me lift this spell 

We fight demons from our past only to face new monsters 

I ask, are we comatose or unconscious? 

My top spin's perpetual, make the connection 

You sleep cause reality bites; inception 

Protection orders for my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder 

Molested Mexican daughters, stretch across the border 

The streets paved in gold often fade 

When the paint they use to pave the streets is henna 

And greener is the grass on the other side 

Except for when that other side is geno 

Or sewer (sui-cide), you smile while you sippin' a cup of Kahlua 

That makes me wanna mainline a fucking fifth of Dewars 

I'm trying to utilize my time to shine here 

I realize we only have limited time here 

Dudes on my line try'na sell me a timeshare 

That'll be me with a nine losin' my mind in Time Square 

Like, "Is this how you wanna treat me? 

You know what this business was before you hired me 

A piece of shit! 

Everybody on the floor right now! 

Everybody get the fuck down!" 

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La-la-la-last ye-ye-year they hired me 

And this-s-s-s we-we-we-we-week the-the-they fired me 

And I g-g-g-got all these b-b-b-b-bills to pay 

And what the f-f-f-f-fu-f-f-fuck am I supposed to say 

T-t-t-t-to my wife she's p-p-p-p-pregnant 

And if the kid does not go to college his life's irrelevant 

And my-my-my melanin-n-n-n makes me a felon 

And-nd I just wanna take this fuckin' c-c-crack and sell it 

To the planet; 

Panic, I'm a manic depressive mechanic that manages to frantically do damage 

To his brain with Xanax, and it's, like the word "anxiety" is branded panoramic 

To the back of my eyelids in a variety of fonts 

Ariel, Bold, Gothic 

Lost it in Time Square and going home is not an option 

Is this illusion optic(?) 

Perhaps it's just a chemical reaction with my Zoloft and acidophilus 

The section of my brain that forms sentences isn't operative 

Danger! Danger! Danger, Will Robinson 

A bizarre ride, Pharcyde, Fatlip, Collagen 

My tolerance is volatile and it feels like I'm losing oxygen! 

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