What is this feeling?
Goddamn Its creepin
I am not healing
I've just been stealing
Moments from all of these dealings
Dazed by the ceilings
This ain't appealing
Strangers in my bed, inside I'm screaming
They got their reasons
I don't stop meeting
I feel like leaving
There is no meaning
To these moments, they're demeaning
I've stopped believing
In all my feelings
No longer do I see em
So I
Call my friend on her telephone
Shes got two bottles of patron
I know shes into me
The poison makes it easy
Her clothes on the floor
Her body moving on me slow
I dm that girl on Instagram
Shes got whiskey in her hand
I know shes into me
The poison makes it easy
Her clothes on the floor
Her body moving on me slow
On me slow
On me slow
On me slow
I feel her breathing
It's not too pleasing
Am I misleading
Am I just dreaming
Moments from all these dealings
I am not decent
The moments heating
Strangers in my bed, inside I'm screaming
They keep on seeking
I don't stop sleeping
I keep on teasing
There is no meaning to these moments they're deceiving
I've stopped believing
In all my feelings
No longer do I seem em
So I
Call my friend on her telephone
Shes got two bottles of patron
I know shes into me
The poison makes it easy
Her clothes on the floor
Her body moving on me slow
I dm that girl on Instagram
Shes got whiskey in her hand
I know shes into me
The poison makes it easy
Her clothes on the floor
Her body moving on me slow
On me slow
On me slow
On me slow