🎵 trust issues, pt. 1 // by syrespite & ohana

2 Contributorstrust issues, pt. 1 Lyrics [Chorus: sy] Girl, I got trust issues regardin' of my vulnerability Suggestin' me therapy, but I'd 'monk deep into the mentality Hurl, the dusty shoes as it'd serve inactivity Runneth of paranoia', but I am not my own enemy (Mhm) It's me against the world, are you wit' me? The Makaveli that'd Metta' in the yearns of peace Plenty of pressure, but 'long as we're together Then, it's just the clique' of berettas in, "better" (Uh) [Verse 1: sy] Are you loyalty? Because I am its' excessivity But yonderly in what I've seen, on behind the scenes That'd contribute to my "seem" character, an identity (Uh) Somberly scattered, 'hence why I'm in the, "duality" But girl, you're my remedy, so can't see me weak- Not that you're not worthy for my secrecy' Openin' up is complexed, bein' the mathematics It doesn't sum to an equation, a solution; it's statics Minus materials, perplexed 'inside of the mix The fakism multiplies within' them, how to deal with? As it's periods to divide, but it'd make me distant Has me reminiscent, has me lack of assistant But you'd prove me wrong to an extent, how to feel 'bout it? I'm quite Attached, don't know in where it'd ring' Would it dial to marriage, or hang wit' beverage in motives? Hope the Levine & Heller fulfils knowledge for my, "in" [Bridge: Ohana & sy] Girl, I got trust issues wit' the world, we'd breathe The carbon seems toxicity, harnishin' the birds and bees Everybody's sheeps, and everybody's enemies But you're my remedy, isn't the beauty so serene? (So serene) [Verse 2: Ohana] Acceptance of my sexuality, makes me feel, "whole-ly" Holy, feels righteous bein' heard of, ain't it lovely? As such words are mute wit' the ears diminished In the music, it's controllive, technology isn't lucid Rather take advantage, recievin' my benefits Controllin' the phone, than it jus' controllin' my soul Gold on our wrist, Karats that'd show our love's rich Bad bitch wit' another bad bitch, fuck 'bout your pitch (Mhm) Are you honesty; would you tell the truths? Or comfort me wit' the lies, that'd be too loose? Don't play 'Imposter's Syndrome, we're goin' to be- Okay, it's warmth for the cold, so let's see We can take our time, as life's complicit to even climb As anythin' on the 'lines, can jus' influence our minds Sex is beautiful, if it wasn't so sexualised' And that's love, not lust, I'd hope that's contextualized (Uh) [Chorus: sy, Ohana & sy & Ohana] Girl, I got trust issues regardin' of my vulnerability (Honesty) Suggestin' me therapy, but I'd 'monk deep into the mentality Hurl, the dusty shoes as it'd serve inactivity Runneth of paranoia', but I am not my own enemy (Mhm) It's me against the world, are you wit' me? The Makaveli that'd Metta' in the yearns of peace Plenty of pressure, but 'long as we're together Then, it's just the clique' of berettas in, "better" (Uh) [Verse 3: sy & Ohana] Are you wit' me; havin' the same vision I'd see? Wonderin' if the lights go off, if you would possibly change Been plenty, from the past collisions, bein' utility Is that insecurity, or a closed-off side of my, "stability"? (Hey) We've both got boundaries, respectin' the 'each Ensure we'd never leech, 'nor obsessively feed energies Though, I'm gettin' distant from the thoughts livin' How to address, don't want to be seem too dependant Are you peace? I'd overthink it at times How it'd echo in mines, 'bats has me insomniac in nights Bein' against the world, only shows the bigger enemy I'd wonder if it's me, isn't that 'cardiac to the piece? Can't involve you in, that's pure protection From my vulnerability, from how I'd percieve me Can't involve you in, that's pure intentions From my vulnerability, from how I'd perceive me (Uh) [Chorus: sy, Ohana & sy & Ohana] Girl, I got trust issues regardin' of my vulnerability Suggestin' me therapy, but I'd 'monk deep into the mentality Hurl, the dusty shoes as it'd serve inactivity Runneth of paranoia', but I am not my own enemy (Mhm) It's me against the world, are you wit' me? The Makaveli that'd Metta' in the yearns of peace Plenty of pressure, but 'long as we're together Then, it's just the clique' of berettas in, "better" (Uhm) [Outro: Ohana] Trust issues, and I haven't opened up of myself By myself, for so long For so-