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muze sikk – novacaine lyrics

(hook)

big stains
in my jeans
novacaine
in my veins
double down
d-ck around
flip this sound
make her drown

cocaine
know my name
blow my brains
numb pain
in my lake
it ain’t no thaaang
whamme drip
shots drained

(verse 1)

shots drained no bozo
(swish)
i’m game with the coach tho
(coach flow)
i’m game with the first cl-ss
(rich sh-t)
ain’t no game but you last place
(you suck b-tch)
chase cheese like a rat race
(thats cheddar)
say cheese when i snap breaks
(old school)
boom bap what’s that main?
(y’all fake)
insane in the mad brain
(high stakes)

b-tch gimme my tracked trained
elbow grease slipping through the flats grate
no gross when you net i’m disgusting
got grit got going got to busting
i’m fastening like i’m fasting
seat belts strapped im trapped in a fast thing
heat cap like a baskeet
ball fan in florida basking

you a basket case
i’m a b-ss king
fishing with the 808 bumping
told ya muze always up to something
sikk too hot i’m combusting
strychnine eyes stay l-sting
always keep a thick kick bumping
while you bumbling
like a bumblebee
stuck in muddy creeks

f-ck the beat
and i hug the beat
like corners as i p-ss y’all crumbling
walls to brittle and it’s troubling
blitz like drix to a sikkness pump the peace
this is all a trumped release
relapse if you wanna bet ya flunk the thing
sick unreal like the tournament
guts fly i hang em up like ornaments

hook

(verse 2)

taking off while i keep on
take a break or get ya leap on
chain a breaking when i sing a song
train a patron to compete and calm
down a tank with a vedic arm
praise seeped through the vehicle
ghosts sh-lls and amicable
vibes coming out ya stereo

i’m flyer than dirigibles
i’m frying -n-lyticals
cats trying too despicable
trash trying too predictable
that’s lying like you bigot bro
i’m dying to invent a flow
i’m blind but inventive tho
maybe i can climb to a different world
rich sense now we vying for a different goal
big ben big bucks
time to get it tho
she ate my ding dong like a pizza roll
y’all sweeter than ice cream in cones
nice leeching tho
suck so much you could vacuum up a floor
not even decent tho
much to much that you lacking when you speaking bro

this is my season for sowing
give me two years you won’t believe what i drove in
switching new gears with my feet on the focus
kiss the new mirror image l!cking my soul sick
ness nixed all the mixed bliss
quit b-tching then i went rich
ya sh-t bricking like shaq at the free throw
been doing this since back when ask my migos

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