Verse 1:
And all in all I guess everything is everything
Yea, I'm on it til the death of me
The recipe that rests in me is self-less indemnity
I'm sick of all this brevity, it was pleasant first but now it's leprosy
Spreading to the heads dressed as lethargy
Though so many put us on that pedestal of revelry
Credibly my specialty's the weaponry of melodies
Second best get Kennedied, they head to me dreadfully
These Rebels get to running check the level of the pedigree
But still something missing
I can't call it, nor make a decision, it's like an itch when
It must be scratched, but the rash'll spread
Walking that tightrope, only it's half a thread
But that mind know, and in the back said
Just be the first to battle, and the last bled
So I'm first here, and the last fled
I keep my head up and never back tread
Even when I'm in that Mood
Chorus:
Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, when my every thought is monophonic
My logic's to smoke 'til I'm cosmic, it's caustic, but
The chronic is harmonic to my conscience
It keeps the nonsense out my province
Since I'm in that Mood
Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that Mood
Verse 2:
Skewed views, being rude to the dude who's been
Here through all of it, YOU, Sol, YOU (Who?)
Who you refuse to pay dues to when dues due
Seeing Magenta like I'm fucking glued to Blue's Clues
Take it in, deep breath, and let the flu stew
Looking at myself like, who knew, answer back "You do"
Then I'ma need a huge clue
My mind ain't ready to let the truth loose
Not yet, probably need a offset
Roll up and smoke til it's foggy as a bog get
All by myself running octets
It's complex how my soul extend convex
To the most odd of expected prospects
Like one for all, but one neglecting one's progress
I don't get it now and guess I never will, I never been a thrill seeker
Content to murder these tracks and kill speakers in my Mood
Chorus:
Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, when my every thought is monophonic
My logic's to smoke 'til I'm cosmic, it's caustic, but
The chronic is harmonic to my conscience
It keeps the nonsense out my province
Since I'm in that Mood
Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that
Mood, Micro, Moog Mood, yea I'm in that Mood
