Avant Garde by Muze Sikk Lyrics

I don’t know nobody else who got it like this
Slacking up on the baggage steady gagging on my grip
I knew it from the start
Was really well done
Well the only thing I think is

In the club and all my people don’t believe in something
Something crumby
Death is not a end
It’s when you love me
Johnny Cage
To your face
Superstar
Ecstatic
In all the world I never would of thought I’d find you begging for a taste

This ain’t no fucking Avant Garde
Bitch I fuck with myself because I’m all I fucking got
I’m a man I ain’t no god
Fuck your fucking god
Fuck it fuck it all
Please allow me to bolster paces you relate to
And when that bass bangs I feel some type of way
And When the harmonies align I feel truly in my vibe
In my mind Imma mope till I’m blind to my hope
I’m the night
I’m the nope
I’m the bite
I’m the BOAT
MF
You gotta gimmick
I got your gimmick
Get lost you image
I’m so Pacino with the open C-Note
Cmon baby
I got the type of loving that you wish for
Suck my dick tho
No really though
You should do that shit booboo
We got drugs on the teets
Imma lick you with my teeth
I will stick you with this sleeve
Leave you lying out your league
Heavy crying bout a dream
Shape up MF

My ex bitch is into numerology
If she sees 69 again she’ll hit me up with a apology
I’m done
What you fucking think
I’m breaking through trails
If I fuck with you now you’ll end up bitching bout my sails

This corpse is drained
I’m bleeding outta my brain
My whole organ is plain
Another tune with a twang
A torn drape
Over solid brick paintings of a horrid scape
More than meets the phase
I’m a stickler for your ways