Moods - Wool See

-order, yea, what you been into?

Oh, fucking up my life?

So nothing new (Same shit)

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 damning 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 hearse

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

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

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

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