Howling At the Moon

(It's dark out here, fuck it let's just keep moving)

I'm all in my head again
You love it when I'm talking to myself

Yeah just relax unwind
Only a matter of time
Moving the stars inline
I feel like Ye' in his prime
Look at this life of mine
Look at this light of mine, this little light of mine
Only know how to shine now
Just one time I'll remind ya, I'ma keep getting better it's vital
Run from the truth I'll find ya, they know I'm the truth they lie to you
Solo for survival, plus high on arrival
They want me to be so positive, I'm not that guy though
Been wanting to go see my lil sister for a month then fly home
So many demons dead inside my head, this a crime-zone
I try to, vent about it all in songs, I don't know why though
I guess part of me still cares what you think, I'm just high though

Now tell me what, do I look like giving a fuck
When all my loves at the end of a blunt or the bottom of this cup
Howling at the moon
Howling at the moon
I'm howling at the moon
(Howling at the)

My father didn't even raise me I still turned into him
I dipped when he went on a business trip, learned it from him
Mama was preaching but she never had a sermon for him
Nobody's perfect, we all just determined to sin
Swerving the stereotypes, feel they eyes burning my skin
Really made me hate me for a time, hurts to admit
Found myself with the wolves and them I was cursing the wind
Of course I lost to myself again, he knows how I am
Damn

Let that sink in
(Alright)

They want all the secrets, that and the proof
Tell me why they always reaching? What is the use
Gotta get back on defense, lacing the shoes
If we don't ball this weekend, ain't no excuse, right
I might go get a tech, break all the rules, standard
They don't understand ya, they hate on you, they pretenders
They don't got it like ya, they start attacking your character
We got different Gods but I'll pray for you, I'm centered

Now tell me what, do I look like giving a fuck
When all my loves at the end of a blunt or the bottom of this cup
I'm howling at the moon
Howling at the moon
I'm howling at the moon
(Howling at the)

I'm still fucking with me, no masturbation
They gon' say he acting childish again, wait let me explain it
All my hoes know I ain't falling in love, ain't no debating
They still wanna just, well use your imagination
25/7 I'm lit, just like a addict
Spread her legs like antenna, said cut the static
Prolly should've asked for her name that's a bad habit
Mine's Playboi Tae, I mean we fuckin like rabbits

Now tell me what, do I look like giving a fuck
When all my loves at the end of a blunt or the bottom of this cup
Howling at the moon
Howling at the moon
I'm howling at the moon
(Howling at the)