MOODBLOWR Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Smokin' this cart, I'm higher than ever Smokin' this blunt, I let it take over
Hidin' the body, his case closin' Aim for the head, his face closin
Pussy boy, you is a mood blower Gotta sit down, better move over
I've been on my legs, workin' all day That shit really push your mood over
You know, you know, you know, you know How it gets when they leave you in the cold
Bitch, I just chill on my own I be just makin' my songs
Yeah, I hate feelin' grown That's just how life goes
Gotta let shit happen, I'm one to forgive, but don't forget
Can't catch myself sinkin' on this ship Spit real shit like I got me a lisp
I'm on the phone with my demon I'm askin' him do my problems got meaning
He said, them bitches deceiving So I got out my feelings and I got to greening
Couldn't let 'em take me over I'm lucky like four-leaf clover
My girl, she back with me I just hope God chose her
I just hope God chose her I just hope God chose her
I know that girl got morals But do I really know her
Know her, know her
I really hope God chose her I really hope God chose her
I really hope God chose her I really hope God chose her
I really hope that you knew How much that I think of you
My feelings up like a broom, It's all in the air cause of you
If I had to adapt to your side of things You gotta adapt to mine, too
Used to be takin' adderall till two, But your ass is still the same old you
I thought that you would change, I'm through I'm really a fool for believin' you
All that your ass wants is some attention I don't know why I thought it would be different
I wrote this shit in my notes cause I'm pissed off Every problem that I have, you can't fix it
You just act like a bitch Every time I say something, you don't even try to fix it
Smokin' this cart, I'm higher than ever
Smokin' this blunt, I let it take over Hidin' the body, his case closin
Aim for the head, his face closin' Pussy boy, you is a mood blower
Gotta sit down, better move over I've been on my legs, workin' all day
That shit really put your mood over Smokin' this cart, I'm higher than ever
Smokin' this blunt, I let it take over Hidin' the body, his case closin
Aim for the head, his face closin' Pussy boy, you is a mood blower
Gotta sit down, better move over I've been on my legs, workin' all day
That shit really put your mood over
I really hope God chose her I really hope God chose her
I really hope God chose her I really hope God chose her
I really hope God chose her