Yep Yep Shades over my eyes Make the creepers look back at themselves Sitting stuck in emotional bliss The skinny model girls want coke on their gums Tap my knee I'm keepin' the rythym The young and wild take chances together They all jump up, twist and groove But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood No one talks, lost in the mood No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood Hey, there's a hunger in the night The moonlight kissing the nips on the model frame I kissed her inner thigh Closed my eyes, she began to make me fit She like to go the mile, all the while I can see her tear bit I forgot her name Something that sounds like Penelope May be a French twang to it Tongue was quick, she was French I knew it A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism She like that young nigga vibe my brown skin My shagged out fro I'm king to her She will please her friend for me So funny how they starvin regardless Naked as 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 motherfuckin' mood No one talks, lost in the mood No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood