Reunion by Muze Sikk Lyrics
Many painted pages
Never could bleed my heart dry
Many days I ate my fill and still I starve why
Maybe the food I need I don’t eat with my mouth nah
Many broken bridges dead end roads and lost stars
I don’t waste my days
I shoot for the moon
I boss up
In a maze
Going crazy
Most don’t get up out that
If I had one wish I would make you mine again
If I let you down would you still wanna be my friend?
I don’t wanna run away but you got me on the edge and I don’t see another way
If I gave you all I had would you still tell me it’s
Not enough
I’m in love
With what you hate about me
I don’t see nothing It’s nothing just let it go
Knees deep in the mud and I’m trudging I’m trudging on
18
I was fucking it
Fucking it all up
Days stream like light
Through a dream like lifе
Moving
Maneuvering
Hopping the passеs
Dashing as I’m
Going for the gold
Growing up a rolling stone
Showing that Holy Ghost
How to row a solar boat
Check it out
I gotta hella methods
Never selling out
Indy Heat Records
What The hell im about
And I been a boss man before I bought a stout
And I’m still up on the rise I’m like the hottest out
It’s really all that life I live that led me on to ahigher calling
Produce my pop records like I’m Phill fucking Collins
Woke up in the morning said “I gotta spill the knowledge”
The realest turn to fake and then the all seeing admonish
Money makes some MFs turn into some monsters
Still steady all in crawling off into the thawing sheets
Off the fence
On the ball
Balling like I’m Socrates
Stocking these
Homilies
Ahh please
Drop the beat
Imma kill and off the thing
Until I’m guap pocketing
Never could bleed my heart dry
Many days I ate my fill and still I starve why
Maybe the food I need I don’t eat with my mouth nah
Many broken bridges dead end roads and lost stars
I don’t waste my days
I shoot for the moon
I boss up
In a maze
Going crazy
Most don’t get up out that
If I had one wish I would make you mine again
If I let you down would you still wanna be my friend?
I don’t wanna run away but you got me on the edge and I don’t see another way
If I gave you all I had would you still tell me it’s
Not enough
I’m in love
With what you hate about me
I don’t see nothing It’s nothing just let it go
Knees deep in the mud and I’m trudging I’m trudging on
18
I was fucking it
Fucking it all up
Days stream like light
Through a dream like lifе
Moving
Maneuvering
Hopping the passеs
Dashing as I’m
Going for the gold
Growing up a rolling stone
Showing that Holy Ghost
How to row a solar boat
Check it out
I gotta hella methods
Never selling out
Indy Heat Records
What The hell im about
And I been a boss man before I bought a stout
And I’m still up on the rise I’m like the hottest out
It’s really all that life I live that led me on to ahigher calling
Produce my pop records like I’m Phill fucking Collins
Woke up in the morning said “I gotta spill the knowledge”
The realest turn to fake and then the all seeing admonish
Money makes some MFs turn into some monsters
Still steady all in crawling off into the thawing sheets
Off the fence
On the ball
Balling like I’m Socrates
Stocking these
Homilies
Ahh please
Drop the beat
Imma kill and off the thing
Until I’m guap pocketing