Lyrics
I've been talking to the moon and she ask me why I keep running
I've been communicating with the moon, and she questions why I constantly run away.
The more I run away the closer to me she keeps coming
The more I try to escape, the closer the moon seems to get to me.
I can see her from a far but in a second right next to me
I can perceive the moon from a distance, but in an instant, she's right beside me.
Is she the one that's making me put this shit up all in my stomach
Is the moon the force causing discomfort in my stomach?
I can't control the way that everything works
I lack control over the way everything in life unfolds.
Day by day I think that this shit only getting
Day by day, it seems like things are only getting worse.
Worse Been thinking bout the good days but that shit
Reflecting on good days brings pain.
Hurts I love and hate the fact the moon seduced me
I have conflicting feelings towards the moon, a mix of love and hate as she seduces me with her words.
With her words Thinking bout changing my ways but I can't
Considering changing my ways but unable to break away.
Go away I'm so faded away I can't think anyways
Intoxicated and unable to think clearly, I am lost.
One Hundred blunts to my face that shit that's in my lungs
A reference to using substances, perhaps marijuana, to escape reality.
Took me to another place but I ain't even tripping that shit is okay
Substances transport the speaker to another mental state, yet they remain unfazed.
And lately i've been thinking like if it's okay
Contemplating if this lifestyle is acceptable.
To smoke every night with the moon maryjaine
Questioning the morality of nightly encounters with the moon and marijuana.
Or Fill up my liver with toxins in the day
Considering the impact of toxic substances on the liver during the day.
That bitch tell me that she love me But how many have told me that my nigga like
The speaker questions the sincerity of expressions of love.
A-hundred pasame la chela homie
Reference to sharing a beer, seeking solace in the midst of numbness.
Cause my mouth feel like cotton And if I'm a little sober I might put you
Feeling parched due to substance use, with a warning of potential danger if sober.
In a coffin Keep on, keep on running but the moon keeps
The speaker keeps running, but the moon persists in chasing.
On coming Running miles away I feel like a drunk David
Running away, feeling like a determined but inebriated individual named David Goggins.
Goggins Finna put you in your place if you just
Threatening to assert dominance if someone talks without substance.
Talking Just for talking, keep composure while you
Advising composure while walking, or one might become a target.
Walking Or you just might be the target to
Warning that careless talk may lead to severe consequences.
Dismember My lungs filled I can't remember, only
Lungs filled, memory impaired, but feeling good in December.
Feel good in December Cause the moon I can see longer and for
The moon's presence is more pronounced during December.
Longer I ain't sober Just feel like the world is over but the
Intoxication creates a sense that the world is ending, but the moon remains a constant.
Moon will always be with me From there and here to there and always into
Expressing a connection with the moon that transcends time and space.
Infinity I been talking to the moon and she ask me
Reiterating the ongoing dialogue with the moon about the urge to run away.
Why I keep running The more I run away the closer to me she
Despite attempts to escape, the moon persistently draws closer.
Keeps coming I can see her from a far but in a second
Observing the moon from a distance, questioning its impact on the speaker's well-being.
Right next to me is she the one that's making me put this shit
Speculating if the moon is responsible for the emotional turmoil in the speaker's stomach.
Up all in my stomach I can't control the way that everything
Feeling a lack of control over life's unfolding events.
Works Day by day I think that this shit only getting
Day by day, the situation seems to worsen.
Worse Been thinking bout the good days but that
Nostalgia for better days brings emotional pain.
Shit hurts I love and hate the fact the moon seduced me
Struggling with conflicting feelings towards the moon's seductive influence.
With her words
The moon's words have captivated the speaker, creating a love-hate dynamic.
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