Sade's Mood

She getting cozy with the costa norsta

Can't understand her sound like her nose stuffed

That Mary got her soul stuck

Substance controlled cups around in flux

Ain't in too pushing pills I been too busy pushing my luck

Seent a turnt back up close less trust more emotionless

Still can be yo ob n attend to yo ovaries

If you spit facts get it over with

I'd rather be front row counting the A's with my Oakland chick

That doge was always posed to hit

Who knew them coins could turn to chips had me like tyreke out here spinning dips

Word of mouth them the lips that lead to splits take mine n be out don't even trip