World's Fair - Mood Swings lyrics

[Verse 1: Juice] Yeah I'm so focused man Smoking cali with my n***as bout 14 grams Red hoopty swerving, matching the red of my eye Devise a plan, come up on grams, same thing new sh** Tryna dip my balls in shawty drawers she told me that I'm naughty I smoked it like a shotty, Brooklyn stand behind we I might be young black, smoother than ice-tea Toking on that fine pine tree, make my eyes bleed [Verse 2: Joon (of Overdoz)] Feeling it like a viking on vicodin, riding on my bicycle high My kush [of a night from the 90s?], I ain't tryin to see them behind me Don't mind me, I'm just a young American man With a plan too big to fit in my pockets Let me stop at the store for a bottle Pinch a little kush from my partner That's my n***a I'm sure he won't mind it n***a it's the Dest and the Zombies Who wanna contest and get clobbered Huh, huh, check the style boy Good Joon signing out the OverDoz wild boy [Verse 2: Eric Arc Elliot] The kushin' got my eyes stain gla** like mosaic Know I'll be your favorite but if it's wack I won't play it I'm sayin Levitated thoughts, drug into your veins Sandy out in cali, in New York we hurricane Overdose of my own coast, in this Worlds Fair If shawtys come in twos, I guess we can compare If shawtys count your cash, make sure that this all there Hit the bong, lighters in the air, for this n***a here [Verse 3: Prince Samo] Hold the phone, no control, b**h I might overdose Zombies, Worlds Fair, motherf**er, watch the chrome reload Samo tatted on your b**h's titties n***a (Bumbaclot) Samo graffiti in your f**ing city n***a Pa**ing on the blunt, never pa**ing on the c*nt Straight action Cleopatra while Apache on the hunt So boom bye bye and naughty boy header Represent underground New York I'm master Shredder [Verse 4: Jeff Donna] For the regular, don't think we going toe to toe with you It's nothing tall with you, but this unity rolling over you It's over dude, I want the crew to meet your boo thing Move ring, ring around your eye, that's a mood swing Felt the Heltah Skeltah of the welterweight champ Watch their face plant, soon as they hear the ba** amp Do what they can, Don drop the bomb, no time for shelter I've been here, just waiting for that Link like Zelda, Don [Verse 5: Remy Banks] Cali sunshine on my face as I wake n bake High as hell, fly as hell, can't hold me down but a paper weight Closet filled with Bathing Ape sh** looking like an [ape escaped?] Nike Free Runs for the paper chase Zooming from Queens to Flatbush to LA then I'm overdosing Not on h**n but [?] from chiefin' on potent Don't front, you know I got your open It's the original smooth Queens n***a track flowing like [Verse 6: Meechy Darko] Karma is a b**h so I feed her good dick Jimmy P, take the swish, roll it up and take a hit I, live in the beat, I really don't exist I, am like a glitch, eyes low, I spit like Retarded kids 'cept I'm more genius Spend it manure, that means sh**, holds the door, might exist Tenth floor rapid fire that means persist Tenants inhale, hashish, that means that he's bent Like a tenant, pay your rent, and bent