Lyrics Mood Swings - Sticky Arrow

I'm getting tired of these mood swings
I wrote this song up on the curb, it better do things
Cause now the rent ain't getting paid, I got some loose strings
And I ain't fucking playing when I tell you, I'm the new thing

So, saddle up and ride
See the black Porsche
Stephen Curry, I got Klay up in the backcourt
I never had to worry, I was nice up on the blackboard
But Sticky saw the trap door
And pulled me down
He pulled me down
And built me up my rapport
Big bark, don't bite back, I'm carving my deal
Now these big shots look cartoon, but claim that they real
I got my sonics on the point
And I been sipping on the poison
I was made to be a boss
I put that shit up on my Neumann
I was writing up a riddle in the back of the class
I'd rather dribble for the nickel but I'll settle with rap
I caught my X playing games, you could bet I was mad
But I feel sorry for the girl, cause she can see where I'm at
I'm gone

I'm getting tired of these mood swings
I wrote this song up on the curb, it better do things
Cause now the rent ain't getting paid, I got some loose strings
And I ain't fucking playing when I tell you, I'm the new thing
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