[Hook: illbert]
Just listen, I'm lifted and I'm liftin' up my vision
On a mission, words on the wall were written
Now I'm smitten with spittin', one day I swear I'll glisten
In the light, but sit tight, it was just a premonition
[Verse 1: illbert]
Don't know what you expect when I resurrect
A style that's vile as well as correct
I'm trying to impress the record executives who are consecutively hearing Enya and this
I gotta admit, that juxtaposition hurts my odds a bit
I'm spittin' with wit, lightbulbs are lit
Above my head illuminated they sit
I'll trade you a tat for a tit
Make fun of the fattest kid
Nothing I actually did has mattered beyond the unflattering life that I live
I'm crafting a spliff, but since you spat on my Swish
Your cannabis wish won't even get half a hit
Now that I'm having a fit, my rap is the sh**
[Hook]
[Verse 2: illbert]
I got a theory that happiness itself is a placebo
If you think I got a little problem with my ego
Then please know, it's just my natural defense
Against the apprehension that I just could never be the best
And I'm incessantly telling myself that I'm the definition of success
Just to suppress the duress that my mess of a consciousness
Causes me cause honestly, I'm exhausted, really tired of this odyssey
Just want to get home to Ithaca, cause I'm sick of the
Myth that the thoughts in my head are telling me: "nobody gives a sh** for ya"
But I can't escape the feeling that it's rooted in truth
So pour some vermouth and take another sip of the gin
Can't even begin to find the right words to define the feeling within
I'm peeling my skin on a serious whim to commit a delirious sin
And when I'm gone, all you'll hear is the wind
[Outro]