Moments
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Taha G
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