BadMood

Shit always starts over Words passion slayin' Don't matter That shit always come back to you (That's facts!) Energy and all this shit The first time you say some shit to somebody, to the last time That shit just repeats its self, so you might As well just keep going Uh That's on me No doors open, where my key I stay chilling with my dogs We won't cause no casualties I stay praying for her love Need it back, nah this not free Hope I make it back by 4 Just in time to say my peace She gone throw it back Sauced up don't know how to act Lost my soul for 40 days Need some ways to get it back Mama think I show no love Starts with you so don't react Wanna count up all my dubs Spend some shit then give it back Know them boys won't pay they tax I'll be fine bro just relax Up that street on 51st Niggas don't know where I'm at Really got to show these scars Real shit written on my tats Love til' death til' death show love I need that shit right on back That's Facts (Facts) I been in a bad mood for some weeks Where them freaks I know niggas sneak lying through they Teeth That's on me I been in a bad mood for some weeks Where them freaks I know niggas sneak lying through they Teeth That's on me In been in a bad mood for some weeks Where them freaks I know niggas sneak lying through they Teeth That's on me In been in a bad mood for some weeks Where them freaks I know niggas sneak lying through they Teeth That's on me That's Facts You know them New York niggas? Be like that's facts That's facts