Chords for Tech N9ne - PTSD (Warrior Built) Feat. Krizz Kaliko & Jay Trilogy - Official Music Video

_ [E] _ _ [Am] Uh-huh.
_ Yeah.
[F#m] _ [F#] _ _ [B] Okay.
_ _ [Em]
Whatever.
Don't [E] try to talk to me like you know what this is. _
[B] Yeah, I know I might have symptoms that are familiar to you, [D#] but_
I got this.
Thanks [E] anyway.
Don't [Em] let this keep me [A] alive.
I only can see this [F#m] world from the inside.
And the [B] hole in the inside.
[D#] And I can catch them back in [E] any case.
And nothing's making [A] sense.
And I have [D] no patience for anything.
[F#] So I'm [B] going on everything.
Somebody get me [D#] out of here.
You don't see what [B] I see, so how the hell you gonna [F#] stop these voices in my head that got me awfully [C#] rocky?
Do you copy?
[Em] Traumatized much from homicide?
What?
[D#] Don't wanna flip, but mama I must be the one that I trust.
[E] I ain't got no friend.
I ain't got no [A] grin.
But I'm macho and I lock, load, and I block those [F#] in.
When I stop, so's in a rock hold, I'ma drop those [D#] in.
In a box so slim, inside of my not-closed [E] grim.
I heard it goes deep.
I serve and go [Am] weep.
A vertical leap when you're alert and you [F#m] sleep.
It's a word of a treatment, somebody murder, more [D#m] peace.
Inside of my third it's oblique, done so much dirt I go [E] leap to chief.
Don't let this keep me [A] alive.
I only can see this [F#m] world from the inside.
And I'm [B] holding it [D#] inside.
I can cut the record, [E] here we go.
And nothing's making [A] sense.
And I have no patience [F#] for anything.
So I'm [B] going on everything.
[D#m] Somebody get me out here.
I'm thinking about my [B] lady, is she doing something [Em] shady?
Like having [E] dudes around my baby, situations got me crazy.
[Em] Braniac in subject, but a [D#] maniac in public.
What they train me at is insane, we set for no [Em] zaniac.
We in thuggish mode, feeling my love is [A] cold.
In about a minute I'm going to flip my throats, going to watch my mug [F#m] explode.
What I need right now from my lady is a kiss and a hug.
It [D#] shows, got a grudging hold.
God bless my rugged [E] soul.
But I got it, I'm stable.
I'm for real and I'm willing [Am] and able.
Got you feeling I'm ill and I'm crazy.
Got the manic depressant pill on [F#m] the table.
What'll keep me cool?
It's a good birthday for my [D#m] baby girl.
[D#] Till that time I'm dealing with my mind and shoving up with the crime in this [E] crazy world.
Don't [Em] let this keep me [A] alive.
I only can see this [F#m] world from the inside.
And [D#] I'm holding it inside.
Feel like a Captain [Em] Bucket, I ain't y'all.
And nothing's making [Am] sense.
And I have [F#m] no patience for anything.
So [B] I'm getting on everything.
Somebody get [D#] me out of here.
[C] Look at my eyes, you can probably see the crazy future danger that I survived.
Don't want to relive them, if you made me then I'd get [Am] livid.
I might just go commit a crime.
I can feel them staring at me all crazy like they don't understand what I was just saying.
I'm so over [B]-intuitive.
Man, I've been away for seven days and I just [E] can't last a second.
So now I'm about to take another shot to try to battle all my demons.
I'm [A] gonna take a semi-automatic and do my dream and pop shots till the odds drop to [F#] the air.
That was one fine, till the hands fall, flash back and the odds start arising from [D#] the dead.
Now this is a double-to-double, I managed to use all my one-month money, got off on the exit.
[E] My psychiatrist told me I ain't got no hope.
I ain't got no pills that I [A] can pop to cope, so you need to buckle down and try to battle it out.
And try to dodge the shit that they [F#m] about to throw.
You [F#] know I put in the hours, but it still feels like I got a loose grip on my [D#] skill set.
But fuck it, you know I need to get it over my head if I'm really about to [Em] do this.
Hold on, look at me, I gotta give it all I got in one shot.
Gotta make this [Am] shit count, I'm on the clock.
Watch my shit, talking sweats, your breath is a cover of my head, [F#m] fall down to my eyes.
Oh God, please help me do my best and pop this hole in [Bm] my bulletproof vest.
Catch it, a chance, man, I run it out of breath, but I can't do this right, [E] can't let this shit rest.
Don't [Em] let this eat me [A] alive.
I only can see this [F#] world from the inside.
And [B] I'm holding it inside.
[D#] But I can catch them back [E] and here they come.
And nothing's making [A] sense.
And I have no [E] patience for [F#] anything.
So [D#] I'm going on everything.
Somebody get me out of [C#] here. _ _ _ _ _ _
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