The Mood (feat. Kagiso Reed)

I read the expression in her face
I do what I want, that's anyway
I been making moves, I'm making plays
I may have to move, might have to stay
I make every move at my own pace
I get in the groove fuck what you say
I come in contact with the moon
I come in contact with the youth
I'm Daddy, she do what I say
So she come in contact with the truth
Now she come in contact with the booth
She come in contact with the moves
We come in contact with the plays
We come in contact with the juice

And that's how we like it
Seen what she into, might have to wife it
Seen her in the blue, just like a kite is
Seen her at the root, feel like a titan
Seen the spirit in the drink
Seen the spirit in a mink
Told her it was what it was
I know she live how she think
I welcome her to the club
I get her rich with a link
Went from a teen to a dub
I smoke an L at the sink
Look at my self in the mirror
My vision, could tell, got clearer
Look at that, bitch ass is stupid
I call her that to endear her
I look like my name is Cupid
I shoot like I am der fuhrer
Make a face, this shit is putrid
My existence makes this purer

I read the expression in her face
I do what I want, that's anyway
I been making moves, I'm making plays
I may have to move, might have to stay
I make every move at my own pace
I get in the groove fuck what you say
I come in contact with the moon
I come in contact with the youth
I'm Daddy, she do what I say
So she come in contact with the truth
Now she come in contact with the booth
She come in contact with the moves
We come in contact with the plays
We come in contact with the juice

Shut the fuck up, I don't listen
Vodka and gin, they fuck up my whole decision
Fuck all this shit, niggas could never come fuck up the vision
They fly like they all some pigeons
I told em so clearly: these niggas not near me
Big bang, yeah, that is my theory
Talkin' that shit to me? Uh-uh, talk it to Siri
Niggas is toms, cats, they runnin' like Jerries
My antithesis to get paper
Fuck these niggas, they all haters
I will skate on you like skaters
Double up my razor, yeah
Cut it up like Blade
And these niggas don't dance with fire 'cause they'on't wan' play around with Satan, nah



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
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