paroles de chanson Moody - Lyriqs

Tell em everything
Feed em anything
Treat em like a play thing
Pull em like a hamstring
Now they tied like shoe strings
Watch the mood ring
All they see is bling bling
All they want is that quick fling
It's for the culture
That's what they taught ya
Vultures, got em posing like sculptures
Stuck with no structure
Follow the numbers
Only woke in their slumber
That's a lost boy summer
Quick to the pull the trigger on a 30 second clip
Claiming on their hustle like Nip
Man these fingers sick & the narratives slick
But the gold ain't Rick behind closed doors the plots stay thick
Will power make you slap a rock
Stuck behind the locks like Jada's kiss
Perspective missed & the styles don't fit
The comments don't uplift
The power they steal
Will make another black Smith

Feed 'em everything
Tell 'em anything
Treat em like a play thing
Watch it, they run thangs
Clicking bait
They selling fake
Deciding fates
Until they break
Now that's icing on the cake
The illness is mental
Now the mental is the rental
Whose protecting the temple
That space is being judge
Loose with the tongues
Blood on hands & lungs beating drums in slums
Perception pushing drugs
Direction birth from intention
High off of deception
In love after the first impression
Had to go to war with a sharp sword to bring redemption
My script said my tongue is the strongest weapon
See everything ain't Gucci & the high ain't Cooley
Saying good bye is unruly
The liquor ain't bougie
Sweaters aint really Coogi
The gram is just a movie
To make you feel like you missing out to keep you feeling moody truly