Crystal Starz by Muze Sikk Lyrics
Crystal stars so blinding
In my head
Looking out for number one
It’s such a sin
I forgot to forget what you meant to me
Shredded empathy like cheese
Now your fangs ain’t got a feast
I believe in you
Only when you run in sane
Have another piece to chew
Bit down with ya false teeth into frigid air
What’s it really mean to you?
Do it for the team and shoot
Past the moon
I’m past breaking
Down
Down
Down
Down
What’s really independent?
In the pen is ink
If the denim doesn’t shrink
Come and get it
Fuck you think
For some swine I got a marshmallow
Fresh outta pearls
For the dice are always loaded when you do it for the world
So the word of the day is
Basic
That’s what they is
What I’m tryna say is
I don’t need some placements on your playlists
I’m tryna make a track where a train sits
Mass Transit
Push it to the pump
Blind lines in a basin
Hatred has ate at your taste
Now your tasteless
Age like a fine wine
Dying just to train and when I hit a wall
I will climb
I will break it
Ugh
MFs must be deaf or something
If intelligence is relevant then hell
I meant to set it interstellar
That’s a high bar
I am not the type to low ball
We stay proper and we got Sikk knockers
Booboo
I take many poopoos
On the game
I never gave a fuck about a plain pop
Muze to the Sikk be the bone to your broth
Ya I know what I know so I strove for a lot
In my head
Looking out for number one
It’s such a sin
I forgot to forget what you meant to me
Shredded empathy like cheese
Now your fangs ain’t got a feast
I believe in you
Only when you run in sane
Have another piece to chew
Bit down with ya false teeth into frigid air
What’s it really mean to you?
Do it for the team and shoot
Past the moon
I’m past breaking
Down
Down
Down
Down
What’s really independent?
In the pen is ink
If the denim doesn’t shrink
Come and get it
Fuck you think
For some swine I got a marshmallow
Fresh outta pearls
For the dice are always loaded when you do it for the world
So the word of the day is
Basic
That’s what they is
What I’m tryna say is
I don’t need some placements on your playlists
I’m tryna make a track where a train sits
Mass Transit
Push it to the pump
Blind lines in a basin
Hatred has ate at your taste
Now your tasteless
Age like a fine wine
Dying just to train and when I hit a wall
I will climb
I will break it
Ugh
MFs must be deaf or something
If intelligence is relevant then hell
I meant to set it interstellar
That’s a high bar
I am not the type to low ball
We stay proper and we got Sikk knockers
Booboo
I take many poopoos
On the game
I never gave a fuck about a plain pop
Muze to the Sikk be the bone to your broth
Ya I know what I know so I strove for a lot