Ode To Tiny Wings by Muze Sikk Lyrics
Studio living
Everyday
Set the mood right
Big faces not the one that’s on the moon might
Google Muze Sikk to see
Whats Gucci and freeze
Work work
Bring me up to speed
Time is a itch preceded by a b
Lines in my script are complied by a beast
Imagine grinding half as hard and you won’t even start
When the world catches on imma play my part
Hashtag you know what and if you don’t learn it
Penny for your thoughts
You gotta earn it
You tire while I burn it
I’m everything you coulda been
A better version
Timeless
Every blip that spit
Hexum like nick put your switch on the Frits
Let’s get back to the laying of the bricks
Capsize your brain like the hole in a ship
That’s too deep like a scalpel is
John Malkovich with the wrist
To be or not to be a alchemist
Soon we about to see what the outcome drips
Trickle down window pains I’m just a product
I’m lost in the sauce I ain’t claim to be a profit
What kinda profit counts profits?
Sounds like an imposter
Imma artist with a journey I embark on
Itty bitty bitch no bite get ya bark on
Take flight get ya lark on
I got a lot that you can park on
Flow so cold that it’s arctic
I don’t like to rap about my hardships
Let’s get back to Catharsis
A lotta prollems are just farces
You gotta learn to see through the surface
Stay engaged
Deep space
No starship
A lot of souls seemed darkened
But theres a light in the darkness
I might die if I don’t harness
My harness
When I jump
Flying carpets
Are regarded
As mere jargon
To a punk
Fat cats ain’t got no coins in the well
Doctor Spock
Your mind and mine begin to meld
Take to the the buckle on Orion’s belt
Will Smith ya I do it for myself
I’m so selfish that I always wish you well
Time just tells us that we create our hell
And when we right; why do we spell ?
If that ain’t right; like what the hell ?
Organized religion is a cult
Might as well be painting blood on all our coats
Jesus didn’t hang out with the wealthy
Ain’t no where that all that hating there is healthy
I got all this karma I’m developing
I’m just looking for my own Penelope
I don’t fuck with interlopers
I’m tryna my hardest not to be an interloper
Why is October not the eighth month ?
Why have all these Africans not ate much?
Why you bitchin bout your internet connection?
Why you bitchin bout your cellular reception?
Im thinking what we lack is perspective
Im thinking what you lack is investments in yourself and
You should quit the bitching
Get to work MF key in the ignition
Everyday
Set the mood right
Big faces not the one that’s on the moon might
Google Muze Sikk to see
Whats Gucci and freeze
Work work
Bring me up to speed
Time is a itch preceded by a b
Lines in my script are complied by a beast
Imagine grinding half as hard and you won’t even start
When the world catches on imma play my part
Hashtag you know what and if you don’t learn it
Penny for your thoughts
You gotta earn it
You tire while I burn it
I’m everything you coulda been
A better version
Timeless
Every blip that spit
Hexum like nick put your switch on the Frits
Let’s get back to the laying of the bricks
Capsize your brain like the hole in a ship
That’s too deep like a scalpel is
John Malkovich with the wrist
To be or not to be a alchemist
Soon we about to see what the outcome drips
Trickle down window pains I’m just a product
I’m lost in the sauce I ain’t claim to be a profit
What kinda profit counts profits?
Sounds like an imposter
Imma artist with a journey I embark on
Itty bitty bitch no bite get ya bark on
Take flight get ya lark on
I got a lot that you can park on
Flow so cold that it’s arctic
I don’t like to rap about my hardships
Let’s get back to Catharsis
A lotta prollems are just farces
You gotta learn to see through the surface
Stay engaged
Deep space
No starship
A lot of souls seemed darkened
But theres a light in the darkness
I might die if I don’t harness
My harness
When I jump
Flying carpets
Are regarded
As mere jargon
To a punk
Fat cats ain’t got no coins in the well
Doctor Spock
Your mind and mine begin to meld
Take to the the buckle on Orion’s belt
Will Smith ya I do it for myself
I’m so selfish that I always wish you well
Time just tells us that we create our hell
And when we right; why do we spell ?
If that ain’t right; like what the hell ?
Organized religion is a cult
Might as well be painting blood on all our coats
Jesus didn’t hang out with the wealthy
Ain’t no where that all that hating there is healthy
I got all this karma I’m developing
I’m just looking for my own Penelope
I don’t fuck with interlopers
I’m tryna my hardest not to be an interloper
Why is October not the eighth month ?
Why have all these Africans not ate much?
Why you bitchin bout your internet connection?
Why you bitchin bout your cellular reception?
Im thinking what we lack is perspective
Im thinking what you lack is investments in yourself and
You should quit the bitching
Get to work MF key in the ignition