Hungry For More

My baby loves money
So I had to let her go
Who knows, who knows, who knows
She was looking for something more

My baby is so shallow
Even the ocean knows
She flows, she flows, she flows
Towards all that's gold

My baby is bitchy
She loves control
I know, I know, I know
That she got no soul

My baby is not mine
She maybe somebody's
I'm sure, I'm sure, I'm sure
She's not what I need

And I know it's over
There ain't nothing left to feel
And I'm sure
Because I'm sober
No more am I going to bleed

Those devious intentions that she doesn't mention
Or say a word about leaves me in doubt
Wondering about the consequences
So pretentious and highly viscous
Tearing up the pieces of my soul
Or whatever is left of it
Like bitches ripping on a carcass of a dead rabbit
In a jungle of deception
No more further questions
Or visual expressions
But you get it
It's the equivalent of being beyond being
What's meant to be
You can close your mind
But can't cease to see the reality
That exists when what you feel like takes an exit
What's left to question
Even after crossing dimensions
All we're left with is emptiness
Knocking from door to door
Only because we're hungry for more
Forgetting about what was sowed along the way
And why we went astray
From being who we are
And how we used to the see the world together
With the same lens of question
It felt like perfection
But after further introspection
Let's pretend this never ever happened