Songtexte My Mood - Kyro

The tone of my voice it depend on my mood
They talk about killing they think that shit cool
What monkey see thats what monkey gon do
Look around they act the same in the room
Fuck is you saying you look like a fool
I stack up the bands i do that in twos
Melodies up on the track like the blues
Cant hate the kid you cant fit in my shoes
No time to waste i got no time to lose
Hot in my city im bussin em moves
Ride around town in a two seater coupe
Bumping my song hear the bars they like ou
Graduated from the bottom red up on the bottoms
You can see the mud on my shoes
Wanted something then i got em did this shit without em
I don't need nobody who knew

Lately i feel like a runner I remixed the gunna
Remember listening in school
Reminiscing about my problems now i think bout commas
I cant wait to get some more blues
Long time i been making my own way got me stuck in the groove
Its a long drive and im taking the long way i cant take the detour
Its a twisted game that im in i gotta have eyes in the back of my head
I could kill a nigga with my words the sharper the pencil the sharper the lead
I think they mad cuz im skipping some steps on my way to the top
Now they see that a nigga ahead
Long time i been chasing the bag now
Whenever i talk all i hear is the bread
Watch where you lay
Gotta choose the right way only you that end up in the bed
Dont runaway from the pain just
Wake up and go pray if they weak then they fled
I gotta stay up on my game cant be living the same as back
When i was trapped in my head
I made it up outta the ends I do this for real no pretend
I I'm the one setting the trends
I ran up the bands reach for the sky off the ledge
Tipping my toes off the edge do what i intend i cannot give in nah
I was always born a winner
Everybody born a sinner
Thanking god that hes forgiving
Me for all of my decisions
Cant give back what i was given
Turned my passion to a living
Live it up and never giving up im always looking up i see the vision
Hit me up we pull up Bentley truck if you not one of us you cant get in nah
You must be tripping
Looking up to the top of the mountain
Im climbing i came a long way from the bottom

Look around everybody that used to be doubting
They watching but they got forgotten
My brothers rooting for me they would do it for me
Told me go get it so you know i got em
Making movements homie did it by my lonely
Cant nobody tell me shit im a problem

The tone of my voice it depend on my mood
They talk about killing they think that shit cool
What monkey see thats what monkey gon do
Look around they act the same in the room
Fuck is you saying you look like a fool
I stack up the bands i do that in twos
Melodies up on the track like the blues
Cant hate the kid you cant fit in my shoes
No time to waste i got no time to lose
Hot in my city im bussin em moves
Ride around town in a two seater coupe
Bumping my song hear the bars they like ou
Graduated from the bottom red up on the bottoms
You can see the mud on my shoes
Wanted something then i got em did this shit without em
I dont need nobody who knew