look me in my face - Moodie Black

Can’t tell the difference between dreaming and flying

The back door is open.

the people denying

There’s been a void with some shame

My friends felt like flowers

It’s been too long how much can i say i’m a god

When I’m still here talking bout grammies and fuck me

And im all about pretending that i’m happy for others

When my puddles feel like pure stress and my own noise

Making me def

Im used to how the ringing hurts im waiting for her

Im gonna have to put the pain aside

The more i think the more ill fuckin die

Im done with doing what i used to do

Woke culture

Rain on me

Feels bloody

More bodies

Can’t promise

What it feel like

Lets party

That’s what y’all like