Mood
LadiPOE Lyrics

What would grime sound like if you couldn't say man
What if the grime genre had to exclude the use of the word 'man'

Hip Hop sound like if you couldn't say na
How would Hip Hop sound if the word 'na' was banned

Afrobeats sound like if you couldn't say whine
If 'whine' couldn't be mentioned in Afrobeats, how would it be affected

I think of dumb ass shit half the gad damn time
Half the time, I contemplate silly things that make no sense

It's just the mood I'm in mood
I'm currently experiencing a specific emotional state

It's just the mood
It's simply the way I feel

It feels so good o
This feeling is extremely satisfying

Wish I could pull a frank ocean and just disappear
I desire to emulate Frank Ocean and vanish from sight

Return like a sequel and dye out my hair
When I come back, it would be like a continuation, with a different appearance

I'm labelled alternative cos the alternatives
People consider me alternative because I differ from the mainstream

Want to be mainstream and not pioneers
They aspire to achieve mainstream success rather than being trailblazers

Yeah I'll drop a project this year
Indeed, I will release a new project in the coming year

Yeah I'll chop your budget this year
I will significantly reduce your financial allocation this year

Yeah like Bungee jumping off of Eko bridge just to prove I can still conquer my fears
Similar to bungee jumping off Eko bridge, I want to demonstrate my ability to overcome fear

That's just the mood I'm in
This is simply the emotional state I am currently experiencing

You can assume I've been
Feel free to infer that I have been through certain experiences

To hell and back
To a place of extreme hardship and then returning from it

Well in fact I never leave Lagos since I got back
Actually, I have never left Lagos since my return

I pray that my sanity stays intact
I hope that I maintain my mental stability

I feel like profanity is all I have
It seems like the only thing I possess is the use of swear words

I feel like i'm literally turning into a genre cos lately I'm feeling trapped
I feel as if I am transforming into a music genre because I currently feel confined

Yeah I give in to all of my appetites
Indeed, I indulge in all of my desires

And take a big bite of that savage life
I wholeheartedly embrace a wild and uninhibited lifestyle

And as I go deeper and deeper
As I delve further into this mindset

It's sweeter when I mix my demons with bad advice
The combination of my inner struggles with poor guidance makes the experience more pleasurable

Ok maybe that's bad advise
Perhaps that is not the best advice

We can spark up and light a vibe
We can ignite and create a lively atmosphere

Tonight I’m in the mood to catch it all on camera
This evening, I feel inclined to capture everything on camera

Yesterday I felt like dissing other rappers
Yesterday, I had the desire to criticize other rappers

I got your text but forgot to reply
I received your message but neglected to respond

Actually that’s such a lie
In truth, that statement is completely false

I read it and thought not tonight
Upon reading it, I decided not to address it tonight

Instead of just sex and a fight
Rather than engaging in mere sexual activity and arguments

I would rather have a deep conversation right in the inner living room of my mind
I prefer to engage in a profound conversation within the inner depths of my mind

Are half of these people really intelligent
Are these individuals truly intelligent

Celebrating that fake shit like it’s genuine
They celebrate counterfeit things as if they are authentic

That’s the pot calling the kettle blacker than melanin
This is a classic case of someone with the same fault criticizing another person

Cos I too dumb my shit down for relevance
Because I also lower the intellectual level of my work to fit in and appeal to the masses

Then again that's just the way it goes
However, that is simply how things unfold

That’s just the weight it holds
That is just the significance it carries

That’s just the sacrifice when dreams are worth twice your soul
That is the price one has to pay when dreams hold twice the value of one's soul

Na so the ting go
That's just the way the thing is

Lost in my zone
Engrossed in my own world

It’s time to come home
It is time to return

Where do we go
Where should we proceed to