Produced by: No I.D. & Emile

Yup

Yup

Shades over my eyes

Make the creepers look back at themselves

Sittin stuck, in emotional bliss

The skinny model girls rub coke on their gums

Tap my knee; I'm keepin' the rhythm

The young and wild take chances together

They all jump up, twist and groove

But no one talks, lost in the ************ mood

No one talks, lost in the mood

No one talks, sweatin it out, lost in the mood

There's a hunger in the night

The moonlight kissing the nips on a model frame

I kissed her inner thigh

Closed my eyes, she began to make me fish

She like to go the mile

All the while I could see her tear a bit

I forgot her name, somethin that sound like Penelope

Maybe a French twang to it

Her tongue was quick, she was French I knew it

A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism

She like that young ***** vibe

My brown skin, my s**gged out 'fro

I'm king to her, and she will please her friend for me

So funny how the starvin are guardless

Naked is always honest

Her hands all over my privates, lost in the mood

No one talks, lost in the mood

No one talks, sweatin it out, lost in the mood

But no one talks, lost in the ************ mood

No one talks, lost in the mood

No one talks, sweatin it out, lost in the mood