Tom The Mail Man
Mood Swings
[Intro]
What type of summer is it? (House husband summer)
House husband-, what?
[Chorus]
I didn't ask you for this
I only asked to take things slow
When you're not disappointed
Just hit my line, just let me know
'Cause I didn't promise you a thing
And you were a bitch with a bite that sings
You're far from a meal my teeth can't sink
In a dish that don't compliment my drink
[Verse]
Yeah, so if you like you wasted time, just let me know
And if you feel like that was deal, just let me know
And I meant to tell you something, don’t look for who I’m fuckin'
'Cause it’s not you, bitch, your fit's so disgustin'
[Bridge]
Everything I wrote in that book came true
I was looking for you
Staring way past the mirror, I was looking for truth
Looking aloof, it's faint stares all in the booth
Don't really care what a bitch said
No sense of time when I'm in head
No sense, my mind won't let me take time
To digest these times when I'm in bed
[Pre-Chorus]
You ain't hearin' what I said
You ain't hearin' what I said
It's goin' round your head
Just pick your shit up, I'm tryna go bed
I killed this bitch with a small amount of led
You ain't hearin' what I said
Ayy, you ain't hearin' what I said
It's goin' round your head
Just pick your shit up, I'm tryna go bed
I killed this bitch with a small amount of led
[Chorus]
I didn't ask you for this
I only asked to take things slow
When you're not disappointed
Just hit my line, just let me know
'Cause I didn't promise you a thing
And you were a bitch with a bite that sings
You're far from a meal my teeth can't sink
In a dish that don't compliment my drink
[Outro]
I don't really got to tell you nothin'
I don't really let them folks in
I don't really gotta show you my mind
I don't really have to tell you nothin'
I don't really have to tell you nothin'
I don't really let them folks in
I don't really gotta show you my mind
I don't really gotta to tell you nothin'