Artist: Kid Cudi Album: Man on the Moon II: The Legend of Mr. Rager Song: The Mood Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Kid Cudi] Yup! {*2X*} 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 deep in the rhythm The young and wild take chances together They all jump up, just to groove But no one talks - lost in the motherfuckin mood [Chorus] No one talks - lost in the mood No one talks - sweatin it out, lost in the mood [Kid Cudi] Ay~! There's a hunger in the night The moonlight kissing the lips 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 forget 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 nigga 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 Godless Naked is always honest Her hands all over my privates, lost in the mood [Chorus] {*instrumental from 1:36 to 2:10*} [Kid Cudi] But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin mood [Chorus]