OCD: Moosh & Twist – Tommy Bundy Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Moosh]
Back when I was a kid I did what they said better
Never pissed in the sheets, now I'm a bed wetter, WHAT UP

I see you mad, at everything I got-got-got
Or it's cause you not on top and either way I'm not gon' stop
I'm critically acclaimed, and vain, with that ?
I feast upon beats in my seat, let me get that dot-dot-dot
Hit the scene, get extra hugs, all because of this extra buzz
?, those my roots, check the plug
Where them hoes, check the club, my crew lit, check the bud
My homies down at Larry's introduce me to that record club
Bear One bear with me, I'm kinda trippy, they tried to rip me
My crew is with me, so you can't get me
Call me Cooter the Shooter and on my lap is where she should be
And when I'm away, I hope they miss me, so it be
This life I live is too legit, admit it man you on it
Every time a nigga spit it make you sicker to your stomach (Moosh!)

[Hook: Twist]
Ya'll make me sick, feel like I'm throwing up
Look here I'm Peter Pan, I'm never growing up
It's like a time bomb, we be steady blowing up
It's OCD forever, baby, yeah you better throw it up!


[Verse 2: Twist]
I said tell me why I hate you, tell me why I love you
Tell me why I hate to hug you but nobody else above you

I feel you'd never run to me if I was in Timbuktu
But I'm on the couch, I'm just watching TV, eating junk food

And my ego is my ?, I feel like Evel Knievel
Man you knocking, I'm just looking, laughing at you through that peephole
If you shoot me like a free throw, I'll probably call you creeper
I really love my city I'll forever rep my Eagles
And my destiny is planned, I'm trynna see that planet
I take nothing for granted, I'll steal that plane and land it

I command it ,where's my manners yo, I really hate this drama
You pause just like a comma, you sweet like Aunt Jemima
But I promise ya'll any beat I vomit on
I'mma take my time, that's the opposite of Ramadan
Even with my Peter Pan mindset, I will never grow up
And the flow, it just keep ticking so I guarantee we blow up like-

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Moosh]
I just want control of you, I'm the one consoling you
Listen, I see you slipping, just wait 'til I get a hold of you
All we got is each other so I'mma rhyme for my brother
I'm OCD to the and, middle finger to the others

But dude's Yankee with his beats, lucky we can spend a G
But revenge is a trip, yeah they gon' remember me
New kids on the block, my momma call us M and T
We in the stu' from 10 to 3 so this is where I tend to be (?)

[Twist]
I said they killin' me, they drillin' me, they aimin' at my symmetry
I'm peeking at your girl and checking out her flexibility

Tell me, am I sick enough? I get that green, I'm lifted up
Automatic shift is up, that pen is down, my fist is up!
Picture this militia, I'm a cold-blooded killer
The jungle is my city, I feel like I'm a gorilla
I'm a dirty kid messing with these nerdy chicks
R.I.P. to everybody, flow is extra murderous, ya heard of us?

[Hook x2]

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