Kid Cudi - The Mood lyrics
Kid Cudi [Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi] Cleveland, Ohio. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kid Cudi - The Mood lyrics]
Yup yup
Shades over my eyes
Make the creepers look back at themselves
Sittin' stuck, in emotional bliss
The skinny model girls rub 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
There's a hunger in the night
The moonlight kissing the nips
On a model frame i kissed her inner thigh
Closed my eyes, she began to make me fish
She like to go the mile
All the while I could see her tear a bit
I forgot her name
Somethin that sound like Penelope
Maybe a French twang to it
Her tongue was quick
She was French I knew it
A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism
She like that young nigga vibe
My brown skin, my shagged out 'fro
I'm king to her
And she will please her friend for me
So funny how the starvin' are guardless
Naked is 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
Shades over my eyes
Make the creepers look back at themselves
Sittin' stuck, in emotional bliss
The skinny model girls rub 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
There's a hunger in the night
The moonlight kissing the nips
On a model frame i kissed her inner thigh
Closed my eyes, she began to make me fish
She like to go the mile
All the while I could see her tear a bit
I forgot her name
Somethin that sound like Penelope
Maybe a French twang to it
Her tongue was quick
She was French I knew it
A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism
She like that young nigga vibe
My brown skin, my shagged out 'fro
I'm king to her
And she will please her friend for me
So funny how the starvin' are guardless
Naked is 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