MOOD

Chains on
Lights off
I move too fucking cold

Dark light
Whispers
That's what you fucking told

Imma
Hit that
And make you fucking fold

Create
Destroy
Thats how I fucking mold

Look me
In the
Eyes as you fucking goal

Tight grip
On neck
I got a fucking hold

You cant
Move now
So listen fucking close
As I
Tell you this shit
No more

Moving different ay
Moving different ay
Moving different ay
Moving different ay

You choose the way I move As that affects your mood
I'm tryna make you new I'm Tryna make you choose

Don't make me let it loose
Don't make me fucking lose
Don't make me cut you too
As I don't want your crew
Take note or get loose
Boutta fuck you too
Boutta take your mood
Boutta ride on you

Chains on
Lights off
I move too fucking cold

Dark light
Whispers
That's what you fucking told

Imma
Hit that
And make you fucking fold

Create
Destroy
That's how I fucking mold

Chains around your legs let Me take fucking bet
Spread out be even
I'm Tryna be a fucking heathen
Darkness surrounds I like the black and how you sound
Come close let me hear you as I
Take a stroke

Chains on
Lights off
I move too fucking cold

Dark light
Whispers
That's what you fucking told

Imma
Hit that
And make you fucking fold

Create
Destroy
Thats how I fucking mold

Chains on
Lights off
I move too fucking cold

Dark light
Whispers
That's what you fucking told

Imma
Hit that
And make you fucking fold

Create
Destroy
Thats how I fucking mold

Chains on
Lights off
I move too fucking cold

Dark light
Whispers
That's what you fucking told

Imma
Hit that
And make you fucking fold

Create
Destroy
Thats how I fucking mold