Christian Plata - The Mood lyrics

[Intro] Yup! Yup! [Verse 1] Shades, over my eyes Make the creepers look back at themselves Sittin stuck, in emotional bliss The skinny model girls rub coke on their gums Tap my knee; I'm keepin' the rhythm The young and wild take chances together They all jump up, twist and groove But no one talks - lost in the motherf**in mood [Hook] No one talks - lost in the mood No one talks - sweatin it out, lost in the mood [Verse 2] Ay~! There's a hunger in the night The moonlight kissing the nips on a model frame I kissed her inner thigh Closed my eyes, she began to make me fish She like to go the mile All the while I could see her tear a bit I forgot her name, somethin that sound like Penelope Maybe a French twang to it Her tongue was quick, she was French I knew it A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism She like that young n***a vibe My brown skin, my shagged out 'fro I'm king to her, and she will please her friend for me So funny how the starvin are guardless Naked is always honest Her hands all over my privates, lost in the mood [Hook] No one talks - lost in the mood No one talks - sweatin it out, lost in the mood [Bridge] But no one talks, lost in the motherf**in mood [Hook] No one talks - lost in the mood No one talks - sweatin it out, lost in the mood