Buttatones - Good Mood lyrics

[Tones] Woke up to a good feeling, sh**'s about to change Water the thoughts, spin their pure down the drain I light my L the seed to put out the pain Vibing to the melody mixed with the sounds of the rain I see a future where the past doesn't exist Call Bad Karma, Walt Disney type stuck in this Unfreeze him when they finally believe me When the blind can see, on the day we can be free Energy lingers somewhere between my fingers It's what is to the earth from the dreamers and the thinkers Hook line and sinker, reel it in film scene Filet the fish into rhymes serve on the still screen Catching you a shark is like writing your rhyme If I teach you to fish you could eat for a life time How many emcees haven't grown from the seed Planted roots lurching and they grew into extreme [Tabs] It's so clear, I was here some time before It's funny when 20-10 reminds me of '94 There's a design a flaw Your rhymes are vagina and I'm a connoisseur of anything described as raw Whatchu rhyming for, that's the final straw Committing vinyl fraud, better hope you have an iron jaw You can bottom down this fall of lying who*es That just leave their vaginas sore like they gave birth to a dinosaur Let's have a star war, get it popping now I'll tag my name in urine all over your stomping grounds Let's be honest I'm beyond you clowns I conjure clouds of marijuana, beware where you wander the monster's out Don't try to lock us down, I'll just push through Smoke the bong til my lungs is clogged like a wood shoe I don't care if you're hood, I really think you should move Cuz I swing instantly and this is me in a good mood [Coast] Y'all some shook fools, you ain't half as nice I had done took deuce to hell for they afterlife I don't pa** the mic I'm just sitting laughing like I dare these dumb and tan f*ggots staring at me asking right I attract the hype, haters and the naysayers Bland b**hes bringing styles with the same flavor I'm insane player f**ing up the vibe I'm tryna jet but you tripping on the sideline I don't play that sh**, got to call the foul I go the length, y'all practicing the quarter mile I'm too old for the bullsh** and slick talk BK and I ain't ever done a Crip Walk I ain't a Blood k**er or a Crip banger Wild boy with a foul mouth, sick anger sh**'s gangster but I ain't claiming no say Just a scumbag f** with no rep [Coal Cash] Filled with the greatest of ease like leaves over the treetop Cypher at max speed but your brain'll freeze from the ?? lock You need not agree cuz you're free to be stupid Wanna shoot sh** with me, nowhere to flee when the nuke hit Putrid emcees receiving a contra scars As monsters gone bonkers for stripping your wonka bars Talking ?? ?? mothaf**ers don't want the job Pa** the great ?? make croutons of your entourage I conquer stars, crushing Mars with the arms of God But Bad Karma mad bombers with the armor charred Murderous charmer, we on the quest of excellence Emcees are the best, about as fresh as my excrement A deadly testament, a quest ?? followed by pestilence I'm the pale horse, verbal force causing desiccant Stress a sediment with an eminent d**h prevalent It's evident we're the best, you don't want to test the regiment