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letra de moods - wool see

[verse 1]
new phone, who dis? (h-llo?)
oh, what’s up mood dis- (oh, what’s up?)
-order, yea, what you been into?
oh, f-cking up my life? so nothing new (same sh-t)
they said i’m not exhibiting bipolar
because my swings ain’t extreme, high to low
i stay down, i guess
but not down enough to get up out this mess and
abort mission, via mortician
can’t commit to the decision
fear of missing out, fear of messing up
fear of more pain than what they are currently dishing out (look)
i get why people do it, the logic is sound
eternal rest versus being woke now
but how do you really know we only get one of each
that’s a leap of faith i can’t jump with these
feet planted firm on planet earth
despite the d-mning curse and many scourges
i’d say i stick around for the ones i love
maybe there the ones who keep me hurting
i see the strain in they eyes when i’m at my worst
when things are paradise, i know that they end in he-rs-
this ain’t a cry for attention or maybe i don’t know my intention
the tension between us getting thick like kesha praying for our friendship

[chorus]
all these moods, they staying in our way (i’m moody)
all these moods, they stay in our way
yo i got moves to make (making moves)
but all these moods, they staying in my way

[verse 2]
i don’t understand all this, from an evolutionary standpoint
what’s the advantages? there’s mismanagement
all the anger and the sadness and the manic twists
go from laughing like a mad scientist
to yelling like a psychopath without a knife to slash
but severing ties none the less
set the contacts loose like hostages
one by one ’til demands are met
which hasn’t yet been the case
asked for a helicopter, equipped with hash oil and a rig
so i could escape my escape
i just wanna elevate, nonstop like da hitman
hit after hit man, rip van winkle with the nap game
wake up with the neck pain
sleeping on my angles like y’all do with every track mane
i ain’t even mad
half the time i’m reaching for what few would even grab
up walls climbing, no safety gear
brain disorganized, the next step ain’t clear
i feel like alzheimer’s in its infancy
took my aunt’s mind when she was 56
mad early, i think about it when the facts or the past blurry
bad place activates so dastardly

[chorus]
all these moods, they staying in our way (i’m moody)
all these moods, they stay in our way
yo i got moves to make (making moves)
but all these moods, they staying in my way
all these moods, they staying in our way (i’m moody)
all these moods, they stay in our way
yo i got moves to make (making moves)
but all these moods, they staying in my way

- wool see

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