Lyrics of 'PTSD (feat. T Pain)' by Fantasia Barrino

You gotta put it down (yup)
Wish I could just pick up the phone (ooh, you know you can't do that)
You know this blood is set in stone (so no, it won't go back)
Baby, save all that weak shit for your mama

Baby, save all that weak shit for your boss at work
Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled
You was talkin' like you was gon' be something, ooh

I gave it to you
But you messed it up
Wasn't good enough
One thing I won't do
Is be with anyone

'Cause I'm not for everyone
I can't let you give me PTSD (baby save all that weak shit for your mama)
I can't let you give me PTSD (baby save all that weak shit for your boss at work)
I can't let you give me PTSD (had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled)
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me- (I can't let you give me)

If that all be mine, oh
Oh you remember when I did that?
Oh you remember when I did that?
Oh you remember when I got a taste, oh

And you remember how you let none go to waste, oh
Give us that dollar, make you put your phone on silent
Wasn't making peace, we was gettin' more violent
I tried to tell you be cool, but you had to go and try it

Now you don't know what to do
Oh you think my body's frightening
I can thrill you, we ain't never been the same, yeah
I can tell by the way you scream my name, oh
In too deep, knock that thing out the frame, oh
Now you can't get this D up off your brain, oh

I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD (I know you was tryin' not to let me do it)
I can't let you give me PTSD (I can't let you give it to me)
I can't let you give me PTSD (yeah, yeah)
I found that sex is, pleasure I could put on

Smells so good and not e'vn the most expensive perfume I could put on
Want that back to back shit, make me quiver
Want that two in the morning, so get up
Thought that ego was big, tell you words you ain't ever heard

Don't know how to put it on, yeah
Now you wanna come back, gotta have me
My body like a Lambo that's automatic
If I give you control, then you're supposed to have it
Boy you gon' get me that Porsche automatic
I need you bad, don't you know, ain't ready

Post traumatic sex disorder
Oh wanna do the same things all the time
I don't wanna have sex, hot like a thousand degrees
Can't let you, let you keep up with me
You can't pick up the pace
You just might get replaced

I let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD (save all that weak shit for your mama)
I can't let you give me PTSD (save all that weak shit for your boss at work)
I can't let you give me PTSD (had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled)
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me post traumatic sex disorder
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me post traumatic sex disorder