Bad Habits Interlude

Rock bottom, bottom of a bottle
Cocaine cologne, teremana goggles
Not a role model but I'm rolling with a model
And she know it's time to roll up, I just wrote another novel
Until she get tired of me too
Cause the sex the only thing that she tying me to
Starts with the same line, like I'm tryna be with you
Then I gotta act surprised that she lying to me too
Started thinking that I'm possibly the problem
So solice in my solitude is how I plan to solve em
Can't nobody find me, I'm probably in the air
1300 miles away, I'll probably meet somebody there
Probably share a couple drinks and probably share a suite
She'll ask if it's about her when I share it on a beat
We'll probably barely speak again but still follow each other
Until I'm bored, then I'll restart the cycle with another
Damn, drowning in remorse
Cause I could be a lover boy but I be loving whores
Who bring me to my lowest but that feeling keeps me high
A slave to the middle passage in between their thighs

We understand and undress
Gimme more to feel less, gimme more to feel less
Keep your love, I want the sex
Gimme more to feel less, gimme more to feel less
When everything's a mess
Gimme more to feel less, gimme more to feel less
I do it all in excess
Gimme more to feel less, gimme more to feel less

Still hopping outta foggy whips
Dodging DMs to my story, who they saw me with
My brain on the herbs, these bitches on my nerves
Who always find a problem, except for when it's her
Call me hotheaded but don't mention what ignites me
Fueled by the spite and people who gaslight me
So there's my answer when they ask me why I been so jaded
And why I stay single and why I'm always faded
When my chest hurt they told me take it on the chin
Or let that hurt go, that's why I struggle letting people in
The problem with being emotionally unavailable
Is when you are emotional nobody's available
Rather pop, roll, or pour something to forget
If I don't black out they'll highlight my regrets
The world keeps turning and this room keeps spinning
Thinking why I'm learning same lessons in these different women
Cause I be doing fine, then all it takes a call
Now the papers ain't the only thing that I'll be hitting raw
Tennis with the bs, back and forth with redacted
I'm sick of taking fault, drinks served, I'm distracted

This cup heating up my chest
Gimme more to feel less, gimme more to feel less
I'm burning something from the west
Gimme more to feel less, gimme more to feel less
When everything's a mess
Gimme more to feel less, gimme more to feel less
I do it all in excess
Gimme more to feel less, gimme more to feel less