Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Lloyd Sturman III
William Lloyd Sturman III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chiarelli
Chiarelli
Producer

Lyrics

Not gonna lie,
I think it's fair to say I'm hurting now
Would rather be on a boat along the coast of Curaçao
I see you watching my every move, hoping I slip like your a scout
I'm the hottest out, but no one will vouch is the word around
Guess it's true what they say
You'll only get your flowers once they're laid on your gravestone
Remember calling her a meal, was something I'd take home
Told myself to chill and still relapsed on the same stuff
I've got many vices, but I'd be lying if I said the main one ain't lust
I'm excited once the feelings are reciprocated, but then frustrated when I see they've enabled it
It isn't their fault though, it's my problem and I'm the blame for it
I'm sure a doctor would suggest I should take some shit
But I'd rather stay natural and not latch to something that'd make me flip
I need to get off social media but it's part of my job though
Scrolling through my feed's, Russian roulette with sex models
One week I'm running to a check, next week I'm going through regret
Hard to admit that I'm addicted to sex, but that's my demon that follows
Semen she swallows
I could beam in a Beamer or dream in a Honda
Picture me scheming or picture me prosper
It's up to me to live with my demons or defeat em and conquer
Not gonna lie,
I think it's fair to say there's choices now
Once I found it's up to me, I was rejoicing loud
I'm the one to seize luxury and kick the noises out
I deserve some peace from my mind for life's enjoyment's now
Written by: William Lloyd Sturman III
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