Mood - Post Malone
Hook] Homie you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Homie you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Homie you's a window shopper At the dealership trying to get a test drive Homie you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 1] Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet But they ain't understand they see the work I put into it I'm guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits 20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy Doors suicide they say a word they remember it And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain't havin' it They wanna tear me down and tell you "youngin' you can't handle it" And I'm just here to tell em their shit never happenin' And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool Flew game pose people callin' me to go People gettin' heated shit my rollie still cold Aye-ye-ye I got cha-ay-ay-ange Why you even lookin'? You ain't pay-ay-in' I'm still loyal what the fuck is ya'll sayin'? Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain [Hook] Homie you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Homie you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Homie you's a window shopper In the dealership tryin to get a test drive Homie you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 1: Repeated] Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet But they ain't understand they see the work I put into it I'm guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits 20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy Door's suicide they say a word they remember it And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain't havin' it They wanna tear me down and tell you "youngin' you can't handle it" And I'm just here to tell em their shit never happenin' And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool Flew game pose people callin' me to go People gettin' heated shit my rollie still cold Aye-ye-ye I got cha-ay-ay-ange Why you even lookin'? You ain't pay-ay-in' I'm still loyal what the fuck is ya'll sayin'? Even though my son stuck in your bitch brain
Artist: Post Malone
Title: Mood