The Mood

Yep, yep Shades over my eyes Make the creepers look back at themselves Sitting stuck in emotional bliss The skinny amount of girls with coke on their gums Tap my knee, I'm keepin' the rhythm The young and wild take chances together They all jump up, twist and groove But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood No one talks, lost in the mood No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood Hey, there's a hunger in the night The moonlight kissing the nips on the model frame I kissed her inner thigh Closed my eyes, she began to make me fit She like to go the mile, all the while I can see her tear bit, I forgot her name Something that sounds like Penelope May be a French twang to it Tongue was quick, she was French I knew it A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism She like the young nigga by my brown skin My shag dog fro, I'm king to her She will please her friend for me So funny and they'll starve in the garden Naked as always, honest Her hands all over my privates Lost in the mood No one talks, lost in the mood No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood No one talks, lost in the mood No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood