#mood lyrics

Homie, you's a window shopper

Mad at me, I think I know why

Homie, you's a window shopper

In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy

Homie, you's a window shopper

At the dealership, tryna get a test drive

Homie, you's a window shopper

You mad as fuck when you see me ride by

Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet

But they ain't understand they see the work I put into it

I'm guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits

20 years old, 20 carats, my bezel heavy

Doors suicide, they say a word in remembrance

And they just wanna see me fail but dawg, I ain't havin' it

They wanna tear me down and tell you, "Youngin', you can't handle it"

And I'm just here to tell 'em that their shit never happenin'

And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche

Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool

Flu game Post, people callin' me the G.O.A.T

People gettin' heated, shit my Rollie still cold

Ayy-ayy-ayy

I got cha-ayy-ayy-ange

Why you even lookin'? You ain't pay-ayy-in'

I'm still loyal what the fuck is y'all sayin'?

Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain

[Chorus]

Homie, you's a window shopper

Mad at me, I think I know why

Homie, you's a window shopper

In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy

Homie, you's a window shopper

At the dealership, tryna get a test drive

Homie, you's a window shopper

Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

Wanna talk shit on, shit on the net

But they ain't understand they see the work I, work I put into it

I'm guessing all this bullshit just come with, come with the 'fits

20 years old, 20 carats, carats my heavy

Door's suicide, they say a word in, word in remembrance

And they just wanna see me fail but dawg, I, dawg I ain't it

They wanna tear me down and tell you, "Youngin', youngin' can't it"

And I'm just here to tell 'em that their shit never, never happenin'

Ayy-ayy, ride in a drop-top Porsche

Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool

Flu game Post, people callin', callin' G.O.A.T

People gettin' heated, shit my Rollie's, Rollie's cold

Ayy-ayy-ayy

I got cha-ayy-ayy-ange

Why you even lookin', lookin'? Pay-ayy-in'

I'm still loyal, loyal, fuck is y'all sayin'?

Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain

• Artist:Post Malone