Muze Sikk - No Alternative Lyrics

Fat stacks and I'm feeling my
Self
No fold played the hand that I
Was dealt
Hanging offa lost promise I
Just fell
Down
Down
Down
Down
Hand on the good book God
Please help
It's not how it's when you do it huh?
That's all
Soft spoken with your golden Steelo
Stop knocking on wood it ain't evil
Well I've been wherever your heading
And I'm still paying off my severance
I knew it was a dream come true
How I feel about myself is how I feel about you baby
Now I don't wanna pull myself up by my bootstraps
I'd rather grab a jet pack
I blast off while they blast back
It's was a blast what we had
But well never have that back
They hit snooze that's the usual
Disaster so beautiful
Imagine not having a clue
Mark my spot rendezvous with the adamant crew
We knee deep
And it's time To Get it kicking now
To see me on your stage in 6 years'll cost a 100 thou
And that's low balling
Quid pro quo problems
We absolve em
Nonchalant with the commas
And karmas a bitch
I don't want the facts I want the truth of the shit
Muze to the Sikk is something lucrative bitch
It all started with some tunes and a studious kid
Filling up the phones memory with this energy
Channeling my inner chi
Call it how I see
I was always on point like a I and my T
Was always green
I'll cross knots like a catholic that's bout to sit and eat