Muze Sikk - Makeout Sesh Lyrics

It's not about me it's about you
So where is what you had before you had a clue
Mimicry's the highest form of flattery
On the charge like a battery
Or the Calvary
Undercover on a stakeout
With a blunt in my hand it's a bake out
Replace it with your tongue then we make out
Spaced out
Hearts racing now
You can't fake it now
I wanna take it to the top of this establishment
A savage going for the salad
I be spitting like a salamander
Looking for a pad to land my valid banter
Practicing my balance like a ballet dancer
I had to damage all the malice channelers
I had to take another puff of cannibis
Shot gun with a hot one
I got standards
I got a goddess
She ain't standard
For the record imma tell you how it is
Imma hard working son a bitch
I know the tools of my trade like the back of my wrist
I know that money ain't shit when your depressed and rich
I'm unimpressed with glitz
They like click on the telly when it's hard to admit
That it's hard to ascend
It takes this
Can you ascertain?
Can't no man stand in the way of my train
I like the taste of your lips miss
I like to hit from the back while ya hips twist
I Flip the script like a discus
We can discuss disgust
With them wimp spits
I whip it
I whip it
Good
Balls deep like a real man should
It's all me you got it understood
Resolve questions bout the quest
I wish ya would