mood Lyrics

(What do you desire?)

(Go!)

(I just popped some Vicodin cause I don't even wanna be here)

(I don't even wanna see her)

(Know all my stones clear)

(I might just od again cause I don't even wanna be here)

(Go!)

Got the choppa on me, yeah, you don't wanna come near

And I'm still fucking wit that same old bitch from last year

Yeah, and the year before that year

Fuck a fed, I'm speeding on the highway in my Benz I passed ya

(Go, go!)

Sippin Hi-Tech in a double cup wit the fanta

I don't want that bitch if she not a fan, yeah

I'll get you wacked, yeah I really can, yeah

You was not bout that shit you ran, yeah

Now it's time for me to run it up

On the highway I be cutting up

Stars on the roof in the Bentley truck

Wit my bitch and she gon suck it up

Some shit just don't change

Pills in my pockets instead of change

I hope I make it out

Dreaming bout going on that stage

Yeah, I went wrong in so many ways

I don't know why you keep playing but shit, I guess you can go slay

You wanna block me, that's okay

If I see him tho, I'ma let it spray

Beat him up, broad day

I ain't come here just to play today

I'll make a opp do ballet

Then I'ma have to put him in a ashtray

I ain't ridin in no Chevrolet

In the big body, get out my way

I be whippin' this shit like I'm in a chase

Gobier, I'm from outer space

I can dead you, without a trace

(Hey, go!)

Got the choppa on me, yeah, you don't wanna come near

And I'm still fucking wit that same old bitch from last year

Yeah, and the year before that year

Fuck a fed, I'm speeding on the highway in my Benz I passed ya

(Go, go!)

Sippin Hi-Tech in a double cup wit the fanta

I don't want that bitch if she not a fan, yeah

I'll get you wacked, yeah I really can, yeah

You was not bout that shit you ran, yeah