The Mood - Kid Cudi

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 rythym

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