With Confidence - Dopamine Lyrics
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Dopamine
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What Are The Lyrics For Dopamine By With Confidence?
Here I am, once again
Running low on oxygen Cause you're the air I'm breathing You were all that I believe in In my room, covered in dust While all my trophies rust I am cold and I am wanting Something warm to keep blood pumping I hear your voice inside my brain I keep you here to stop my pain You are golden and You are flowing through me You are ecstacy You are, you are You are my dopamine Another day, another face Without you around my place You're an ocean pulling me in You were the marks upon my skin Covered up in my sheets Folding over your heartbeats But I still feel it in my fingertips I hold it tightly in my person I hear your voice inside my brain I keep you here to stop my pain Back in my heart and in my veins Keeping me numb like novacaine You are golden and You are flowing through me You are ecstacy You are, you are You are my dopamine You are desperation You are motivating me You are benzedrine You are, you are You are my dopamine I hear your voice inside my brain I keep you here to stop my pain You are the one I see when I fall asleep And I think of no one else but You are golden and You are flowing through me You are ecstacy You are, you are You are my dopamine You are desperation You are motivating me You are benzedrine You are, you are You are my dopamine |
Who Wrote Dopamine By With Confidence?
Joshua Brozzesi, Jayden Seeley, Inigo Del Carmen
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