Silly Goofy Mood Lyrics

Yeah, I guess I hit it in the right year

Takin' this shit to beyond, Buzz Lightyear

Out like a light here, I'm a Scot, no Travis

Run the Earth, yeah, I got dynamics

I'm outstanding, never a stand-in for somebody else

Run up on me by mistake, don't run up all by yourself

Celine Dion type beat, main difference between you and me

In the streets, I could hit a B, you just stain your jeans

Take defeat like I started up an OnlyFans

Trying me? I'll make a beat sampling your man

In each key is a different moan, for me he saved the real ones

Your game's so weak he buys PVA, it's never real cum

I'm just taking shots but I never got a real gun

I don't need to own the bullet just to make you feel one

Anyways, I'm off topic

Edgy act like Hot Topic

Oh, you're releasing? I'm gonna stop it

Edging yours, it's microscopic

Questions all around me but I never got a clue though

People playin games of life and death like this some Cluedo

Call me Kool Aid Man, the type of shit I'm running through, yo

This shit is my last chance, somebody call Uno

Seeing double visions but I do not need no glasses

You see double vision once you down a couple glasses

Got the mascara make it pop out of my eyelashes

You got the whole outfit mixed up, man this shit is clashing

I don't you to step up, that ain't what I'm asking

I'm living my dreams, your only real dream's what the mask is

Dude, this shit's embarassing

Look through my perspective and you'll see the shit I'm carrying

And yet I'm still here winning

Still queer winning, still clearly the winner

Baddest bitch at the ball

Still clearly the dimmer, wackest shit in the fall

Sorry to announce that but this bitch got it all

A quick click through the arm then he's down on the floor

A little up, down, snap, tell him "gimme some more"

We got some time to kill, call it time to chill

Feel the divine, the thrill, like fine, we will

And then we find the feel like we find a feeling

A little pitter patter and you'll find him reeling

If he's the prize in the vault then you'll find me stealing

And if I ask him to stay then you'll find him heeling

Call it some devillish love, call me Beezlebub

I don't do YouTube much, but I'll call him sub

Some people got pet names, he sure calls me stuff

And if you don't believe it, I'll let you call my bluff

Who gives a damn if I'm damned to you

I don't give a shit, I'll still slander you

That is not the type of audience I wanna pander to

Let him bite like Oz, you can do whatever Xander do

And we both know that I'd be lying if I ever said that I never tried too hard

But I try and get good reviews

You try and get two stars

If it's a game, I got the highscore

Got daddy issues but ain't got em with yours

I'm not here by accident, nah, I chose to choose it

Tap, tap, tap, like I fuckin' Suzie Q'd it

They call it luck but I don't call that shit coincidence

I prefer to name the catalystic incident

I prefer to maim the beat then put a couple spills in it

I keep a hearse on standby just because I'm killing it

I mix potions like Nicki then I pop a pill in it

I'm gay and don't pronounce my T's, I got the skills in it

Didn't need the skills lab

Fancy with the quill, fab

Write it to you in my will then smoke it like I will stab

Look I'm a, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch

Why you fucking mad bitch

Shit so generic that it's like you write with Mad Libs

Boo hoo, sad bitch

What, not over your last bitch

You ain't rollin' with me

Not your baby or your lad, bitch

What goes around comes around

Karma is elastic

You're a four kinda thing and I kept the fantastic

That wasn't sarcastic

I'm just bombastic

Everyone knows my name but I'm still saying "Who's asking?"

Oh, is that your new track?

Why's it sound like ass again?

I write bars like Lexi, guess that makes you Cass again

Hold on Mr Saxobeat, this bitch makes me need aspirin

I am not, I am not sorry, ho

Triple the threats like a Broadway show

Sometimes I can be broad I know

But I'll get specific for haunting you

Pop out the big cheques like shawty got the fattie

No blackfishing here but I'm a UK baddie

Do I like your man? Only just a tad

He likes it damn sweet, and now he's tryna tap me

Wow, it feels good when he feels me

Nothing else I could do, Imma let this thief steal me

Alakazam, time for him to reveal me

Let's make you disappear, not a trick though, for realsies

Anything you can do, I can do better

You think that you're out there but I'm a go-getter

Yeah, I'm in his bed and you're writing him letters

You hold his hand and I make him wetter