[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]