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