Updraft by Muze Sikk Lyrics
People got deeds to do
You know me
Dues paid
Still cooling in the mix like a breeze
Half crazed for the high way
Hashtag I stay
Working while these MFs sleep on the bright brain
Icarus heights too close to the sun
Tippy toe past foes
Yo I’m mostly a bum
Running through the money like I’m streaking through a field
That’s my balls on your booboo chin
Your doodles ain’t got the zeal MF
You got me aroused baby
Ya I like the way that you bounce
Cmon
We can take a trip down to the water
Skinny dip
In yo fountain of flowers
Let’s get carried away
I can
Carry the weight
On your shoulders
You know I’m falling for your ways
Head over heels
Ya We need a bit more than a taste
Overtime
Touching up the ride
Brushing up a masterpiece
Stroke game so exactly
Why would you ever doubt the steez
You know Muze got the crowd getting out their seats
Ya
Standing ovation
Trials tribulations
Child so Vivacious
Shouts from the ancients
Wake ya ass up before the sun outlasts ya
Still going hard with that MF rhapsody
Is anybody there?
Can you post up in the stars with bars with the sauce with the rose gold catching the air
IA
Ya I’m from over there
Tip ya hats to the most high
Bask in the flats
Still coming with that automatic rational rap
Still spitting facts
Still ripping tracks
Create or die mf ya
We ate the vibe
Late to the party or just on time
Steady scraping at the sky
On the focused rise
My mind is a microscope
Slice through a vipers throat
Gripe while I write the quotes
Strike the Stone MF
Shepherds pie
MF recognize
Walky talky styles all vibes
Can you feel the tides?
They Pay tithes to the great mind
That main eye of the grapevine
You know me
Dues paid
Still cooling in the mix like a breeze
Half crazed for the high way
Hashtag I stay
Working while these MFs sleep on the bright brain
Icarus heights too close to the sun
Tippy toe past foes
Yo I’m mostly a bum
Running through the money like I’m streaking through a field
That’s my balls on your booboo chin
Your doodles ain’t got the zeal MF
You got me aroused baby
Ya I like the way that you bounce
Cmon
We can take a trip down to the water
Skinny dip
In yo fountain of flowers
Let’s get carried away
I can
Carry the weight
On your shoulders
You know I’m falling for your ways
Head over heels
Ya We need a bit more than a taste
Overtime
Touching up the ride
Brushing up a masterpiece
Stroke game so exactly
Why would you ever doubt the steez
You know Muze got the crowd getting out their seats
Ya
Standing ovation
Trials tribulations
Child so Vivacious
Shouts from the ancients
Wake ya ass up before the sun outlasts ya
Still going hard with that MF rhapsody
Is anybody there?
Can you post up in the stars with bars with the sauce with the rose gold catching the air
IA
Ya I’m from over there
Tip ya hats to the most high
Bask in the flats
Still coming with that automatic rational rap
Still spitting facts
Still ripping tracks
Create or die mf ya
We ate the vibe
Late to the party or just on time
Steady scraping at the sky
On the focused rise
My mind is a microscope
Slice through a vipers throat
Gripe while I write the quotes
Strike the Stone MF
Shepherds pie
MF recognize
Walky talky styles all vibes
Can you feel the tides?
They Pay tithes to the great mind
That main eye of the grapevine