Muze Sikk IPod lyrics

IPod

Muze Sikk

GENRE
Rap, Pop
Uncharted territory
Eyes rubbed with spit
I see your colloquial crimes

Leaves me more
Than happy I’m not
Hooray for forever
I’ve pricked my finger on your spindle

Nothings the same
The birds turn to planes
The Earth turns to concrete
I’m left on my home street

Breaking the ice of my righteous pride
So sever my mind
And let my iPod decide

Same heart
A different me
Hang on a hold
Courageous artistic carbon based
Electrons
Protons
Elections
Promotions
What the fuck
Whatever
I got the flesh for your bone
Mad and pacing
A cataclysm of stasis
Active vision and glaciers
Bagging paper cannot upgrade us
Connotations of non sensation
Unsigned the playlist

Strict anti every garnered grazer
Gaze deep into the haze
Find the life you pay for
Mechanical engineering
Understandable securing
Im endangered
Find another type shirker
You site surfers

Solar waves what I bowl on
Pringles
Bitch I’m different
Tubes on my tars
I could really ball
Shut down the mall
Put the butt out and stall
Shitting on the false
Washed up talk
And they all treat em all like gods
Hardy har
Bark to a gnaw
Arpeggiated success
That’s up floors for the function
While they stumble at the junction

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