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letra de mood swing (dirty) - c-rayz walz

[verse 1: c-rayz walz]
i keep it moving like frog legs before the cajun recipe
i hope i die on the mic so everyone can inherit me
i don’t spit on bars. i drool on lava rocks
and keep my essays elevated like guatemala potheads
in real life, there’s a time when the drama stops
and the teardrops goes plop like llama snot
caught between timberlands and travel fox
past and present, from club nights to block fights
adolescence to a grown man with worries and bills
i’m like a smart shopper looking for a deal
and all i find is bargains—a hungry artist never starving
putting cyphers on squeeze like charmin
i drink water when the money’s low, race my runny nose
and think stronger, longer to help these dummies grow
i don’t give a f-ck like a celibate mind state
if you don’t see what i’m saying, consider this a blind date

[hook: c-rayz walz]
mood swings. emotional days in the park
mood swings. the light is but a shade of the dark
mood swings. emotional days in the park
mood swings. the light is but a shade of the dark
mood swings. emotional days in the park
mood swings. the light is but a shade of the dark
mood swings. emotional days in the park
mood swings. mood swings

[verse 2: c-rayz walz]
if you ready to die for something, you better live it
i never dropped a album—the prelude was a snippet
beat a midget to death with my short end of the stick
life is hectic and stressful—you must fight this
mood swings. emotional days in the park
the light is but a shade of what stays in the dark
i used to blaze trees. now i cherish the bark
plant the seeds deep, speak and inherit the art
i got roots in this, stealing spinach out the register
travel light years—my peers is interstellar
now get your groove back. life’s a beach with broken gl-ss
where your boots at? pitching fast? i’ll get a hit and roof that
i see the swerve in your curve made of bourb to be slurred
we preserved eternally on the street curb—word
forever i bless. sometimes, i get stressed and furious
constipated like george—this sh-t got me curious

[verse 3: c-rayz walz]
battery tested. when sound checked, it was fully charged
do not eat the remix. overstand the wooly gods
spreading views. intuition is the weapon used
seeing myself as the winner, i never lose
i throw claps back at you and receive what i give
reading letters my pops wrote that he never did
truly fact, my life b00by-trapped like the groovy cats
i could die and be back before the credit reenact the intro
youngest in charge, living large, pushing the pinto
evidence coincides—this ain’t coincidental
i got new headphones. lines busy, brain off the hook
a sight for sore eyes—when you go for self, it’s a strained look
my hindsight turned to ketchup and served burgers
death whispered life in my ears—i heard, “birth murder”
like a sword and a shield, i hold the rhyme and the pen
sometimes i lose it. on the mic, i find it again
my throat goes ho-rs-, of course. i might need some hay
remember my name. you’ll be screaming it someday
in the mist of lead showers beyond gun spray
life as a traffic cop, nothing goes one way
on to peter pan listening to pirate radio
full-moon clocks. lunatics going crazy, yo
rhyming on a train, i became one with the track
used to stay in my sh-ll like slugs in a gat
i forced to react from a powerful impact
from the essence. with blessings, i will be sent back

- c rayz walz

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