Hickies by Muze Sikk Lyrics

Sikkological warfare
Dig 6 feet deep
Leave a corpse there
Let it rott on
Turn the clock backwards
Actually active gargoyle
I swish the oar into the stream and she proceeds to leave me be
I flee
I bleed
I die
I sing
I cry
Oh me
Oh my
What are these
What are those
So it goes
So much water it’s up to my nose
And I fib a little bit about giving a shit
A brittle break in your market appeal
I parry, pause, and retreat
Oh man what a will
Cherrys on top of trees
Aries in my veins
I’m awful, jeez
Nonstop caprice
I get off
I sneeze
You bought bullshit
Ha ha
Plеase
I am not the one that you want to fuck with
(Shitting on thе game without a budget)
Smelters in the sun got her awful selfish
(She just want a part of my pain to sell)

Gastric astrophysics
(What the fuck man I just came for star shit)
Slightly masochistic
(You don’t get hickeys from kisses no no)

Who is that
That’s Muze Sikk
He goes in
He goes hard
Egos and neat frozen
Cheap souls in microwaves

Meek high elbow
Chin shattered
I been smattered
I cleanse lathered up chins
Smashing up trends
Shagging on limbs

Imma dog in a kennel
And I might just kill a MF for a demo
Got a hundred beats times nine underneath my keyboard
Sheesh imma geek
You more knee high
Eat more
Got lines, eating up beats I sea shore
My new biz is neons feats or
Nylon strips on decks of clean board
I go in so much I be bored