Doubts

Bring me down into a submission
I suppressed my doubts its a issue
I depict my sound it’s the sickness
I’m depressed out loud I’m the victim
I stay low
Revise my role
Behind the gold
I crave my soul

I just need a minute I can split it on the speaker
I pretend to mend it when the minutes feel like weekends
I’ll be there to spend it I’m just skipping through the seasons
I be feeling dizzy when the spirits get to speaking
Down 2 shots in the dark it’s a prison
Tied fixеd knots I’m a slouch in the kitchen
I turn thoughts into doubts it’s addiction
Might change thе plot but the fun is superstitious

Bring me down into a submission
I suppressed my doubts its a issue
I depict my sound it’s the sickness
I’m depressed out loud I’m the victim
I stay low
Revise my role
Behind the gold
I crave my soul

Everyone around me doesn’t know which way their purpose is
My doubts they’ve been compounding but that shit is not for me to give
She’s chasing what she’s counting we can’t stop her from the shifts she lives
Her thoughts are made of water so the surface is a lot to fix
I don’t know what to do anymore
What’s the point if we’re just gunna hit ignore
You’re the chaos I be needing when i'm bored
Let’s just take off let’s just hangout on the floor

Bring me down into a submission
I suppressed my doubts its a issue
I depict my sound it’s the sickness
I’m depressed out loud I’m the victim