(VERSE 1). Shades over my eyes make the creepers look back at themselves. Sittin stuck. An emotional bliss. The skinny model girls rub coke on the gum. 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 muthafuckin mood. (CHORUS). No one talks lost in the mood. No one talks sweatin it out lost in the mood. . (VERSE 2). There’s a hunger in the night. The moonlight kissing the nips on a model frame. I kissed her inner thigh. Close my eyes. She began to make me fit. She like to go the mile. All the while I can see her tear a bit. I forgot her name. suttin that sounds like Penelope. Maybe a french twang to it. Her tongue was quick. She was french I knew. A lovely foreigner. Foreign to racism. She like that young nigga vibe. My brown skin my shagged out fro. I’m king to her. And she will please her friend for me. So funny how the starving are guard less. Naked is always honest. Her hands all over my privates. Lost in the mood. (CHORUS). No one talks lost in the mood. No one talks sweatin it out lost in the mood (REPEAT 2X)