[Verse 1]
Lost in the ambiance, of s** and sinnin'
night after night, fine wine, weed and women.
Cigar splitting, blurry vision, Rémy spilling
up in the suite fondling models, crushing linen.
Insane with the sh** a couple sips watch 'em strip
on the floor doing twists, getting ripped, taking pics
Apologetic for the hearts that I've shredded,
I know my soul's indebted for the vices that I relish
Embedded are all the scars that I've left
all the tears that they've wept, all the dreams
that I've stepped on. But I'm acceptant of resentment,
their's casualties of love when s** is used as a weapon.
[Hook]
She said she loves me
but she's feeling lonely
cause every time I leave
it's like she can't breathe.
I know she loves me
but she's feeling lonely
cause every time I leave
it's like she can't breathe.
[Verse 2]
Lost in the allure, of d** and drinking
club after club, waking up to someone different
I can tell you everything she did but not her name
cause face down, they all look the same
Lies and deceit, a goddess at my feet
tossing in the sheets as the whole bed squeaks
I don't regret all the p**y that I get
Sending her a text as the other one slept.
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
These are just the memoirs, of an artisan
a dark picturesque with many women starring in
lost in the masquerade, disengaged
utilizing the bedroom as my stage
s** and seduction, women by the dozen
all for my consumption even if it leads to destruction
no fairytales just hotels and farewells
mademoiselles to dispel me from this hell
See, poetically love is said to be heavenly
but my infidelities are far more hellishly.