Voices
Trapped in my mind
I hear all these voices screaming
No no it's fine it's fine
A little bit crazy, can't even lie
Insane, I really go loco inside
Full of anxiety, pressure, and pride
But I keep it hidden which isn't alright
About to explode I'm losing the fight
I'm going through therapy right on the mic
Why, do I feel like everything's falling apart
Build all these bridges that burn in the dark
Addicted to pain, not good for the heart
Try to refrain, I feel like i'm lost
Make all these choices, all of em wrong
Feel like a joy stick, playing along
Cannot escape, so I gotta pray
Hope he answer by the end of this song
I guess your brother took the interception
Demons calling and I can't reject it
Sprinkle of misery, little depression
Taking over but I won't accept it
Second guessing what's in my reflection
Sink or swim, think I'm Michael Phelps
Shit I'll hold my breath till theirs nothing left
Fuck it
Stare at the devil he grinning
He know all the dirt I be doing
I'm certainly sinning
Trapped in my mind he chilling
Time to evict him, looking for spiritual healing
That's what the pack is for
I keep me a sack, in fact, they thought I was dealing
Misunderstood, don't overreact
I promise I'm good, I'm just in my feelings
I hear all these voices screaming
No no it's fine it's fine
A little bit crazy, can't even lie
Insane, I really go loco inside
Full of anxiety, pressure, and pride
But I keep it hidden which isn't alright
About to explode I'm losing the fight
I'm going through therapy right on the mic
Why, do I feel like everything's falling apart
Build all these bridges that burn in the dark
Addicted to pain, not good for the heart
Try to refrain, I feel like i'm lost
Make all these choices, all of em wrong
Feel like a joy stick, playing along
Cannot escape, so I gotta pray
Hope he answer by the end of this song
I guess your brother took the interception
Demons calling and I can't reject it
Sprinkle of misery, little depression
Taking over but I won't accept it
Second guessing what's in my reflection
Sink or swim, think I'm Michael Phelps
Shit I'll hold my breath till theirs nothing left
Fuck it
Stare at the devil he grinning
He know all the dirt I be doing
I'm certainly sinning
Trapped in my mind he chilling
Time to evict him, looking for spiritual healing
That's what the pack is for
I keep me a sack, in fact, they thought I was dealing
Misunderstood, don't overreact
I promise I'm good, I'm just in my feelings
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Writer(s): Brandon Soto
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