(Verse 1)
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Shades over my eyes,
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Make the creepers look back at themselves,
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Sitting stuck in emotional bliss,
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The skinny model girls rub coke on their gums,
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Tap my knee, I'm keeping the rhythm,
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the young and wild take chances together,
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they all jump up, kissed and grooved,
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but
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(Chorus)
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no one talks...lost in the motherfuckin mood,
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no one talks, lost in the mood
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no one talks, sweatin it out, lost in the mood
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(Verse 2)
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There's a hunger in the night,
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The moonlight kissing the nips on her model frame,
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I kissed her in the thigh, closed my eyes,
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She began to make me fish, she liked to go the mile,
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all the while I could see her tear bit,
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I forgot her name, something that sounds like Penelope,
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Maybe a French ring to it,
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Her tongue was quick, she was French I knew it,
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I love you foreigner, foreign to racism,
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She liked that young nigga vibe, my brown skin my shagged out fro,
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I'm king to her and she will please her friend for me,
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So funny how the starving are guardless, naked as always honest,
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Her hands all over my privates,
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Lost in the mood
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(Chorus)
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Lost in the mood,
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No one talks, lost in the mood,
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No one talks, sweating it out, lost in the mood
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But no one talks...lost in the motherfucking mood,
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no one talks, lost in the mood
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No one talks, sweating it out, lost in the mood
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The Mood
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| Kid Cudi |
