I'm in the mood
Split two
Spit in the booth
Sick of the truth
Livin' in doom
Give me some room, yeah
Give me some room
Split two
Spit in the booth
Sick of the truth livin' in doom
(I'm in the mood) I'm in the mood but
Fuck
Look at me
Sainthood plastered into chasm
I just fucking split the schism
War-torn life after death is beautiful
Is it?
I saw it with my eyes
A glorious surprise
Patent patience, I am now
People bow before her
Leave a smile, drop a coin in her saintly border
Can it
Satin vixen lives in contradiction
Wear it
Path is tricky, left me feeling icky
I'm in the mood
Split two
Spit in the booth
Sick of the (I gotta change my mood)
I'm in the mood
Split two
Spit in the booth
Sick of the truth
Livin' in doom
Give me some room, yeah
Give me some room
Split two
Spit in the booth
Sick of the truth
Livin' in doom
Give me some room, yeah
Sticky from the sad chump pulling back his peelings
Itchy 'cause the dumb fuck tossed and washed his feelings
Steer clear last cat
Begging for a dime bag
Shoulda wished him out with a twig or your eyelash
Damn
Mislead by Cam again
Shoulda checked his back
'Cause he's on the grounds of sin
Kicked into the weeds
Devil's snare'll lead the chorus in
Tongue talk, hi-hat
Speaking with the glass again
I'm in the mood
Split two
Spit in the booth
Sick of the truth
Livin' in doom
Give me some room, yeah
Give me some room
Split two
Spit in the booth
Sick of the truth
Livin' in doom