I gotta get in the MOOD ooh, M double-O D
Work shift M-O-D-E
I gotta make my M-O-V-E
Hello, I want some L-O, L-O
See me chillin', Kool like Moe Dee
Flip some records, spin some oldies
All around me, happening slowly
Hands be folding like clothing
Own it, to be honest
The correspondence is a chore
And opposite of pure, for sure
Sick of being sick, is this the year of the boar?
'Cause highs are high, and the lows are low
Like Chomolungma to the Mariana
From the pinnacle to the trenches with wana
Act like I wanna, but trapped in a sauna
Man in the mirror, persona non grata
Karma transformer, sentence your honor
Running dropping commas,
Come check my M-O, always been stay on the dolo
Don't care to lead, never follow
Get in the MOOD ooh, M double-O D
Work shift M-O-D-E
I gotta make my M-O-V-E
Hello, I want some L-O, L-O
Ping like sonar, color thin on the toner
Still making art, true mark of a loner
People say hold up, for what I'ma hole up
Where? in the lab writing poems till the sun up
None other than the feeling of finishing a song
Then bump it in the truck or a van so advanced
It feels like I came from the future in a saucer
Flying through the clouds so awesome
Sometimes I yawn and the voice goes hah
It's contagious, teary eyed, can't see far
And all I wanna do is lie horizontal
With the ceiling and my feelings in a bottle
Maybe take a swig fight off the lethargy
Reload, arrow in a circle, letter G
Notice me at the table centerpiece
Nocturnal centipede
I gotta get in the MOOD ooh, M double-O D
Night shift M-O-D-E
I gotta make my M-O-V-E
Hello, I want some L-O, L-O