Strawberry Moon

Dead Roses on top of my bed I don't need the rain I need flowers instead I gat demons and Angels on both of my shoulders I'm caught in between them my life is a mess Conversate with the man in the mirror I'll compensate if intentions ain't clear Told you I'd change but I'm suck in my ways Take me back to the days when the end wasn't near I'm up at 2am talk to the moon Contemplating my provocative move With an empty Henny bottle on my hand Voices getting louder in my head And I Said that I don't fucking need you The f*ck everybody attitude But honestly I try to read you And sometimes I get so confused Whasup with you? I know I gotta deal with my ego too Now stop tranna lecture me by my moves I know I'm barely perfect and so are you And so are you down to Netflix and chill? 'Coz this is my last night in the city She call her nigga and told him she sick I looked up to the sky like "God forgive me" I'm fighting temptations but coming off short It's some girls that I fucked that I can't even mention I cannot trust her if she moving too scandalous cut off all ties love I don't want no tension I pop a valium or Xanax and detour to hell She wanna stay up and cuddle instead That's the balance that I cannot maintain I'm on top of the morning I'm bringing the gap Reality combating fantasies And so to speak I need space to breath Ace of spades I can barely sleep God I barely speak to, I'm a wolf in sheepskin P got the weed and few drinks Best Believe that the future seem blick I wonder if we'll ever speak again I swear I'll be a better man when we meet again