Doppler by Muze Sikk Lyrics
I tell myself again and again
Never gonna give up
Never gonna give in
Trips around the sun gave me a pretty good tan
Ship shape
Ready for whatever happens
Hopping in the drivers seat
The Prophecy of Prospering
Across the seas we sail
Sirens sing songs of my odyssey
Silently I sit with my mind and think
Universal thoughts stay in harmony
Elevate miles high
Imma wise guy with some wide eyes
And I always with speak up with my proud cries
Like this mother lover
Love is the only end that’s worth it in the end
And I’ll always wait for you
This tender heart of mine
Will never leave you lonely
Fade away into the other side
Yo ho ho and a bottle with a ship in it
Ocean of your mind
I’m about to take a dip in it
Fi fye fo fum
Drink the reddest rum
All work and no fun makes Sikk a rich one
The ascent of essence to the destination
Soar over the abyss of your estimation
Tore open petty gists like a present on Christmas
The synonyms shimmer like a prism
I’m a knuckle to a lip
Imma leave ya knees buckling
The only I take a break is when the cakes cut and you can’t eat it off the plate when it’s already in your tumbly
Winning definitively
Seconds not the place I like to take
Seconds not things I like to waste
66 knots in the mother fudging yacht
Never gonna give up
Never gonna give in
Trips around the sun gave me a pretty good tan
Ship shape
Ready for whatever happens
Hopping in the drivers seat
The Prophecy of Prospering
Across the seas we sail
Sirens sing songs of my odyssey
Silently I sit with my mind and think
Universal thoughts stay in harmony
Elevate miles high
Imma wise guy with some wide eyes
And I always with speak up with my proud cries
Like this mother lover
Love is the only end that’s worth it in the end
And I’ll always wait for you
This tender heart of mine
Will never leave you lonely
Fade away into the other side
Yo ho ho and a bottle with a ship in it
Ocean of your mind
I’m about to take a dip in it
Fi fye fo fum
Drink the reddest rum
All work and no fun makes Sikk a rich one
The ascent of essence to the destination
Soar over the abyss of your estimation
Tore open petty gists like a present on Christmas
The synonyms shimmer like a prism
I’m a knuckle to a lip
Imma leave ya knees buckling
The only I take a break is when the cakes cut and you can’t eat it off the plate when it’s already in your tumbly
Winning definitively
Seconds not the place I like to take
Seconds not things I like to waste
66 knots in the mother fudging yacht