Gloss by Muze Sikk Lyrics

Ears up
Forget the conversation
Searing numb
Calcify your intention

Bitter crush
Forbidden fruit dripping juice all over us

Dam my heart
I knew too much
Jammed my guard
I loosen up
Brittle rose in my garden

I ain’t one to gloss over like those pretty eyes
And my allegiance is not for sale
But who am I?
I came out swinging just to taste your waterfall
I am a sucker for what you running from

Follow my eyes
Oh my goddess
How could you succumb to lies so dishonest
I’m a angel sipping that red rum
My main maccorana
Heightened my senses
I can’t stand this back and forth
I got bands
So much bands I could this cut this cord
I catch air
I only sourcе from the holiest source MF
Nеver giving a fuck bout nothing
Never giving a fuck bout a chump
You ain’t stumping
Pull with the boss in a bullet with the vase
Put a picky dolly in a volley with the opps
Call it pick it mall it kick it
Haul it with the ass
Caught up in the venom when I’m all up in the ash
Copy cheeky artifacts
Auction the best
I’mma ox to a cat

Got all these fucking bars on me
I can hardly cheat my offered piece
Got opera I got options
I got carpets in my office
I got juice from my joggers
I got goose in my carcass
I’m too lose
I’m too offense
I’m the truest with the choppin
God damn