Mood Swings

[Intro] (Ra Tha Gawd) [Chorus: Pozer] Blood in my eyes and salt in my wounds Why'd you think I'm inhaling fumes Sip Wock 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 tellin' the truth [Verse 1: Pozer] Is it a crime, somebody tell me Puttin' my needs up front and centre The nine-double-m stainless like bender Corn fries, any age or gender My mum 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 bin but I didn't We met long, short ones like midget And we met ones covered in rasta glisten I'm tryna drop game but the yout‘ 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 [Chorus: Pozer] Blood in my eyes and salt in my wounds Why'd you think I'm inhaling fumes Sip Wock 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 tellin' the truth [Verse 2: Pozer] 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 Y-reg‘ dinger 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 Hennessy 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 [Chorus: Pozer] Blood in my eyes and salt in my wounds Why'd you think I'm inhaling fumes Sip Wock 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 tellin' the truth