Ammy - Break from Trauma Lyrics

Hittin' my son on the phone (Yeah)
He askin' me, what's wrong (Yeah)
Don't want to answer the ringtone
Just want to be left alone (Yeah)

Trapped in my room
At the moment
Listenin' to some Solange and
Hittin the green in the blunt (Woah)

Hittin' the red on my phone tho
Don't show up to my front door (Woah)

This ain't no Jordan peele so
Get the f*** out of my face
You a f***ing clone so

This s*** was just a mistake
Where the f*** is the mixtape? (Woah)
All of that shit gotta wait (Woah)

Don't talk to me out of my s***
Don't tell me that you relate (Woah)

Don't tell me I got to rap more
Don't tell me I got to sing more

Nigga this shit is my window
All of my new s*** give goosebumps
That s*** is all on my skin though

Hittin' the right with the windmill
Hittin' the woah with the flow though

Devil wants to fade though
Life spin like tornadoes
Chillin' with my N**** Toto

The chance is
I'm not in Kansas
Escape the earth, that's what the plan is
I gave birth to a planet
Away from her's because she's manic
Don't want to catch the cruse
She's planning to
Destroy the world
That I'm anxious
To live in
I'm in anguish and vivid, livid
Look at the stank that she lives with

Sad, sad because you ain't winning
Sad, sad because she ain't winning
Bad, bad because you ain't forgiven

I regret
I reject
I neglect
I reflect

Hittin' my son on the phone (Yeah)
He askin' me, what's wrong (Yeah)
Don't wanna answer the ringtone
Just wanna be left alone (Yeah)
Trapped in my room
At the moment
Listenin' to some Solange and
Hittin' the green in the blunt (Woah)