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