My Mood
All I ever wanted was the cars and the cribs
All I ever wanted was a real bad bitch
Now I don't even want it, you can have that shit
I don't even want it, I see through the Matrix
I just want to make sure my family straight
We can say grace 'fore our dinner plate
I'ma buy a farm, we can grow our own food
I know that these drugs been controllin' my mood (mood, mood)
My mood (mood, mood)
Bad news (bad news, bad news)
Bad news (bad news)
Everything I wanted, I don't want it no more
Every girl I wanted, I don't want her no more
That's why I don't pick up when they hit up my phone
You can tell the bots and the opps I'm gone
Phew!
Blessed left the chat
If you double cross me, you can't get me back
You can trust the system, I can see the cracks
Got rich off my wisdom, not because of rap
Still I'm pumpin' low vibrations
Shawty got a hoe vibration
Before I was woke, I'd take it
But I don't want my soul tie wasted
All I ever wanted was the cars and the cribs
All I ever wanted was a real bad bitch
Now I don't even want it, you can have that shit
I don't even want it, I see through the Matrix
I just want to make sure my family straight
We can say grace 'fore our dinner plate
I'ma buy a farm, we can grow our own food
I know that these drugs been controllin' my mood (my mood)
(My mood)
My mood (my mood)
Bad news (bad news)
Bad news
Everything I wanted, I don't want it no more
Every girl I wanted, I don't want her no more
That's why I don't pick up when they hit up my phone
You can tell the bots and the opps I'm gone
All I ever wanted was a real bad bitch
Now I don't even want it, you can have that shit
I don't even want it, I see through the Matrix
I just want to make sure my family straight
We can say grace 'fore our dinner plate
I'ma buy a farm, we can grow our own food
I know that these drugs been controllin' my mood (mood, mood)
My mood (mood, mood)
Bad news (bad news, bad news)
Bad news (bad news)
Everything I wanted, I don't want it no more
Every girl I wanted, I don't want her no more
That's why I don't pick up when they hit up my phone
You can tell the bots and the opps I'm gone
Phew!
Blessed left the chat
If you double cross me, you can't get me back
You can trust the system, I can see the cracks
Got rich off my wisdom, not because of rap
Still I'm pumpin' low vibrations
Shawty got a hoe vibration
Before I was woke, I'd take it
But I don't want my soul tie wasted
All I ever wanted was the cars and the cribs
All I ever wanted was a real bad bitch
Now I don't even want it, you can have that shit
I don't even want it, I see through the Matrix
I just want to make sure my family straight
We can say grace 'fore our dinner plate
I'ma buy a farm, we can grow our own food
I know that these drugs been controllin' my mood (my mood)
(My mood)
My mood (my mood)
Bad news (bad news)
Bad news
Everything I wanted, I don't want it no more
Every girl I wanted, I don't want her no more
That's why I don't pick up when they hit up my phone
You can tell the bots and the opps I'm gone
Credits
Writer(s): Blessed Samuel Joe-andah, Nicholas Thomas, Lucas Da Mota Siqueira
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