Mood Swings Lyrics

What type of summer is that?
(House husbands summer)
House husband— Huh— What?

I didn't ask you for this
I only asked to take things slow
When you're not disappointed
Just hit my line just let me know
'Cause I didn't promise you a thing
And you bitch with a bite that sings
You're far from a meal
My teeth can't sink in a dish that don't compliment my drink (Yeah)

So if you like you wasted time
Just let me know
Yeah if you feel like that was deal
Just let me know
And I meant to tell you something
Don’t look for who I’m fuckin'
'Cause it’s not you bitch
Your fits so disgustin'

Everything I wrote in that book came true
I was looking for you
Staring way past the mirror, I was looking for truth
Looking aloof, it's faint stairs all in the booth
Don't really care what a bitch said
No sense of time when I'm in head
No sense my mind won't let me take time
To digest these times when I'm in bed

You ain't hearin' what I said
You ain't hearin' what I said
It's goin' round your head
Just Pick your shit up, I'm tryna go bed
I kilt this bitch with a small amount of led
You ain't hearin' what I said
Ayy, you ain't hearin' what I said
It's goin' round your head
Just Pick your shit up, I'm tryna go bed
I kilt this bitch with a small amount of led

I didn't ask you for this
I only asked to take things slow
When you're not disappointed
Just hit my line just let me know
'Cause I didn't promise you a thing
And you bitch with a bite that sings
Your far from a meal
My teeth can't sink in a dish that don't compliment my drink

I don't really got to tell you nothin'
I don't really let them folks in
I don't really gotta show you my mind
I don't really gotta to tell you nothin'
I don't really got to tell you nothin'
I don't really let them folks in
I don't really gotta show you my mind
I don't really gotta to tell you nothin'