[Intro: Dear Silas, Narrator]
It's your host with the most steadiest Bluffinton Jr The Third
And you are now listening to the smooth sounds of Mood by Dear Silas and the Big Back Poppers
He on kicks at 107 FM
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
I got style, I got grace
See this fit? I got taste
Too much drip, too much flavor
In yo' face cuz lil' bitch Imma mood
Better know dat' Imma mood
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I look good, I look great
See this skin? See this face?
You don't love yourself?
Well shit, I can't relate
Cuz, lil' bitch Imma mood
Better know dat' Imma mood
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
[Verse 1]
I'm too real, can't be fake
See this drip? take a dip in that lake
I'm a star on top of that rocket finna' blast off
Nigga shoutout "Takе"! (Momma)
Gave me the еssentials to kick butt, take names
Fuck it up and be great
Don't be mad Imma mood
When you look at your food
Order up I'm the steak on that plate
Shit babe I'm mad at me
How I do it so casually?
Doin' this shit so big hell I can't make it up
Maybe it's Maybelline
Huh, like
[Pre-Chorus]
Who in the hell do you think ya' is?
Walkin' round here looking that good?
Fuck that, whoever don't feel the same
Ass cheeks 'bout to meet the back of my foot
[Chorus]
I got style, I got grace
See this fit? I got taste
Too much drip, too much flavor
In yo' face cuz lil' bitch Imma mood
Better know dat' Imma mood
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I look good, I look great
See this skin? See this face?
You don't love yourself?
Well shit, I can't relate
Cuz, lil' bitch Imma mood
Better know dat' Imma mood
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
[Verse 2]
Wanna know my vibe? Anything I get on
They been chirping and buzzing my phizone
Tryna find out what it is that I'm 'bout to go do
Cuz' they know that I put that shit on
Don't be worried 'bout what I'm gone wear
They fresher than me?
Shit, I be like "Where?"
Just know that I'm "him" and know that she "her"
But that don't mean you can touch my fur
Baby I concur, baby I concrete
That mean I'm solid whenever I speak
I'm feeling bad to the bone in my bone colored fit
Went to Bon Temps just to eat
That's Bon Appétit
[Pre-Chorus]
Damn I look good
Say it to yourself now, don't it feel good?
Now stop counting yourself out
One of kind "tink-tink"
Lil' engine that could
[Chorus]
I got style, I got grace
See this fit? I got taste
Too much drip, too much flavor
In yo' face cuz lil' bitch Imma mood
Better know dat' Imma mood
I look good, I look great
See this skin? See this face?
You don't love yourself?
Well shit, I can't relate
Cuz, lil' bitch Imma mood
Better know dat' Imma mood
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)