[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.