Текст Kid Cudi – The Mood

Yep
Yep

Shades over my eyes
Make the creepers look back at themselves

No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin’ it out, lost in the mood

Hey, there’s a hunger in the night
The moonlight kissing the nips on the model frame
I kissed her inner thigh
Closed my eyes, she began to make me fit
She like to go the mile, all the while
I can see her tear bit
I forgot her name
Something that sounds like Penelope
May be a French twang to it
Tongue was quick, she was French I knew it
A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism
She like the young nigga by my brown skin
My shag dog fro
I’m king to her
She will please her friend for me
So funny and they’ll starve in the garden
Naked as always, honest

No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin’ it out, lost in the mood

But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin’ mood
No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin’ it out, lost in the mood