"Mood Swings" lyrics

Blood in my eyes and salt in my wounds
Why'd you think I'm inhaling fumes?
Sip wok to improve my mood
Swings, sometimes I overwound
Bad breed from yout', got nothing to prove
If you know then you know, all this be old news
Nothing but pain when I get in the booth
Look in my eyes, see I'm telling the truth

Is it a crime? Somebody tell me
Putting my needs up front and centre
The nine-double-m stainless like bender
Corn fries, any age or gender
My told me to control my temper
Easier said than done if I'm honest
Premeditates in the call, diabolic
Yeah on my waist while I step through college
So dad, brother, pain, and my sister
My mom thought I went to the bing but I didn't
We met long ones short like midget
And we met ones covered in rasta glisten
I'm tryna drop game, brudda, you won't listen
There's a mountain of pride in the way of his view
Twenty-two, I don't know what to do
But I know what I'm not gonna do is lose

Blood in my eyes and salt in my wounds
Why'd you think I'm inhaling fumes?
Sip wok to improve my mood
Swings, sometimes I overwound
Bad breed from yout', got nothing to prove
If you know then you know, all this be old news
Nothing but pain when I get in the booth
Look in my eyes, see I'm telling the truth

I'm preeing the man in the mirror
Even a blind man can see I'm no average nigga
I took two shots of the liquor
It's making my dark thoughts rise to the surface quicker
When I'm all in my rage I don't know about simmer
Chuffing it down in this [?]
My temper's more than tiny, my hood economics define
And make me bitter
Talks like he is but he ain't no hitter
Bad one, shaking her arse in the party
She back Hennessey and then turn to a stripper
Then she ate man like a plate of dinner
Toking a spliff everyday makes the pain go away
Chase racks and I'll do it with vigour
I spent sleepless nights in the stu'
Tryna bang out a hit like Bryson Tiller

Blood in my eyes and salt in my wounds
Why'd you think I'm inhaling fumes?
Sip wok to improve my mood
Swings, sometimes I overwound
Bad breed from yout', got nothing to prove
If you know then you know, all this be old news
Nothing but pain when I get in the booth
Look in my eyes, see I'm telling the truth

Blood in my eyes and salt in my wounds
Why'd you think I'm inhaling fumes?
Sip wok to improve my mood
Swings, sometimes I overwound
Bad breed from yout', got nothing to prove
If you know then you know, all this be old news
Nothing but pain when I get in the booth
Look in my eyes, see I'm telling the truth