Mood Swings Lyrics

The Crimson Chin

My mood flicks back like a backflip
Summersault man for a gram, no math quiz
Add it up, take a way some dank, get bank on bank, that’s gang biz, uh
My mood flip back like a bitch on the blob
I’m floating like a tampon in a bog, man
I’m a G-O-Ding in no God man
I beat it easy, no socks man

What?
I was speaking to the profits and I told 'em: "Run they pockets", they were shook
All the profits I just took, that’s a one way ticket to the hood, call it hell might as well
Spit my final sentence in a cell, call it jail
What the hell, man? What the hell?
Smoking Cali', what a smell, man
If you want it, come and bell man, I tell, man

My mood flicks back like a backflip
Summersault man for a gram, no math quiz
Add it up, take a way some dank, get bank on bank, that’s gang biz, uh
My mood flip back like a bitch on the blob
I’m floating like a tampon in a bog, man
I’m a G-O-Ding in no God man
I beat it easy, no socks man

I don’t talk the talk, I hit first
I don’t talk the talk, I hit first
I don’t talk the talk, I hit first
I hit first, yeah
I'm a mood swings, I'm a mood swings
I'm a mood swings
I'm -, I'm a-
I'm a mood swings, I'm a mood swings
Fuck it [?]