Flatbush Zombies - Mood Swings lyrics

rate me

Yeah I'm so focused man,

smoking cali with my niggas bout 40 grams

red put this swerving, matching the red of my eye

devise of plan, come up on gram saying thing new shick,

tryin to deep my balls and shawty droll she told me that I'm naughty

I smoke that like a shawty, Brooklyn stayin behind

I might be young black, smoother than ice-tea

talking on that wine palm tree, make my eyes lean.

Spinnin' it like a viking on viking, riding on my boxy go hot,

My kush of a night from the 90s, I ain't tryin to be then behind me

don't mind me, I'm just a young American man,

with the plans who big divided my pocket,

let me stop it just for a bottle,

pitch a little kush from my partner,

that's my nigga I'm sure he won't mind it,

nigga he's the death and the zombies

to wanna contest in your clapping,

Huh, huh, check this out boy,

good June signing out the OverDoz is wild boy.

The kush ain't got my eyes stayin glass like more..

know I'll be your favorite but if it's swagged

then I won't play it them i'm sayin

levitated thoughts, drug until your veins,

Standing out in cali, in New York we overtained,

over dosed in my own call, in this Worlds Fair,

and shawty is help me booze, I guess we can compare

And shawty is hold your glass, make sure that this all there

Hit the bomb, lighters in the air, for this nigga here

Hold the phone, no control, bitch I might overdose

Zombies & Worlds Fair, motherfucker, wash the crome reload,

say more tatted on your bitches titties nigga(Bumba Clack)

say more graffiti in your fucking tittie nigga

Passing on the blunt, never passing on the cunt

Straight asking Cleopatra while i'm passing on the hunt

SO boom bye bye and nobody boy header

represent underground New York I'm master Shredder.

For the regular, some think we go and told the toll with you

It's nothing tall with you, but this donati rolled then over you

it's over dude, I want the crew to meet your boot thing

move ring, ring around your eye, that's a move swing,

felt the help the skelpter of the wept away chip,

watch their face plan, soon as they hear the base in

do what they can, don drop the bomb, no time for shelter,

I've been here, swaying for that Link like Zelda, Nahhh

Cali sunshine on my face as I wake in bed,

High as hell, fly as hell, can't hold me down what a paper way

Don't feel like, we making this shit looking like a empty escape

Making free runs, for the paper checks,

Zooming from Queens to Flatbush to LA then I'm overdose

not on have em but don't stop them for chiffin on both

Don't front, you know I got your openness the original smooth queens

niggas trap flow alive.

Karma is the bitch so I feed the good dick,

GDP, take the switch, roll it up and take the hit

I live in the beat, I really don't exist I

him like a glitch, eyes low, I spit like retarded kids

if I want more, Genius, spend it more let me shit,

Close the door, might exist, tints flow rapping fired at me, presists

Tints in hell, how she stop me, that he's Benz.

Like a Tent, Pay your Rent, and Bent

Thanks to GCSUPPLY for correcting these lyrics