Juniper by Muze Sikk Lyrics
Don’t shoot me down
Run around the town
On and off the juice
Diamonds in my crown
Haven’t even had a second thought
Ain’t evened out
Time is the equation minus every single sound
Aloof with the lukewarm nostalgia
How now she bout shit
Sold out the loud pack
Kaplow!!
Bounce bounce
What you here for?
This ain’t no game
It’s a mf war
Plastic chains painted gold
Pray to God the dough won’t fold
Hater slotted for flop
That ain’t my bad
That ain’t my job
Im just all star
On a light path
Peep the flight plan
Stuck in a labrynth
Cups on the nightstand
Never give a fuck about a lying lamb
Pointing fingers out your teeth goes outta style quick
I’ve had enough your talk
Can’t get enough your heart
It’s too much baggage
Neoclassical disasters
Drone status
I mean I really don’t know
So many colors so cold
Baby you dead inside
Don’t even fucking
Pretend you not
No no no
You ripped the pages you hated outta your book
Now Your basis is battle look
It’s a criminy big giblets
Spiking the sauce different
How did it all come down to breaking the walls
Hunt the down the run downs involved
Juniper ubering to her school in a coup deville blue as tulips
Whose losing the whole hill?
Still back with it slacking neatly
It’s nothing to act up feel me
You talking of big business but lacking the non specifics
Big pimping it’s different when chicks tipping
Drip game outta town and I’m all instant
See saw type of living
We all give in when push comes to shove
So it’s kush in my blunt MF
I’m only part of your all
Don’t know which way imma go
Run around the town
On and off the juice
Diamonds in my crown
Haven’t even had a second thought
Ain’t evened out
Time is the equation minus every single sound
Aloof with the lukewarm nostalgia
How now she bout shit
Sold out the loud pack
Kaplow!!
Bounce bounce
What you here for?
This ain’t no game
It’s a mf war
Plastic chains painted gold
Pray to God the dough won’t fold
Hater slotted for flop
That ain’t my bad
That ain’t my job
Im just all star
On a light path
Peep the flight plan
Stuck in a labrynth
Cups on the nightstand
Never give a fuck about a lying lamb
Pointing fingers out your teeth goes outta style quick
I’ve had enough your talk
Can’t get enough your heart
It’s too much baggage
Neoclassical disasters
Drone status
I mean I really don’t know
So many colors so cold
Baby you dead inside
Don’t even fucking
Pretend you not
No no no
You ripped the pages you hated outta your book
Now Your basis is battle look
It’s a criminy big giblets
Spiking the sauce different
How did it all come down to breaking the walls
Hunt the down the run downs involved
Juniper ubering to her school in a coup deville blue as tulips
Whose losing the whole hill?
Still back with it slacking neatly
It’s nothing to act up feel me
You talking of big business but lacking the non specifics
Big pimping it’s different when chicks tipping
Drip game outta town and I’m all instant
See saw type of living
We all give in when push comes to shove
So it’s kush in my blunt MF
I’m only part of your all
Don’t know which way imma go