Moody Songtext
von Max Rickun

Twenty four hours, seven days a week
Three hundred and sixty degrees
I don′t give a fuck now, i let my nuts hang out
For everyone to see
P-p-pop off, yeah i'm a top dog
I′ve got big dick energy
Don't need a motherfucking intro
I'm taking shits on you bitches like my shit don′t reek

Something′s stuck on my shoe
And to tell you the truth
It kinda looks like you
Yeah it kinda looks like you
Something's stuck on my shoe
And to tell you the truth
It kinda looks like you
Yeah it kinda looks like you


(Wait) is there a problem?
(Duh) i′m sorry
I get a prima donna movie-starring
Smug attitude when i'm moody, darling
Gimme a golden goose, i′m veruca, salty
Supersonic ears and reptile vision
Crocodile tears, after a while they glisten
I'm on a mission to kill the competition
Quicker than a crooked politician

But there′s something's stuck on my shoe
And to tell you the truth
It kinda looks like you
Yeah it kinda looks like you
Something's stuck on my shoe
And to tell you the truth
It kinda looks like you
Yeah it kinda looks like you

Something′s stuck on my shoe
And to tell you the truth
It kinda looks like you
Yeah it kinda looks like you
Something′s stuck on my shoe
And to tell you the truth
It kinda looks like you
Yeah it kinda looks like you