Jim I.E. - Campfire lyrics

[Verse 1] Motherf**er I'm ill, a lot worse A frail frame and I'm awkward My brain is a campfire, surrounded by demons and vampires I shouldn't be winning this, according to several percentages I've counted my weapons and manpower Decided I'm working advanced hours I'm ill, I'm plagued with how I feel Like life ain't worth it living just for dollar bills But on that same note, ambitions for me ain't broke I'm Brooklyn ballin' in rhymes, and rich in halos See ain't no difference if time was doing cartwheels Just keep my sickness in line with how my heart feels Coordinated designs in time I let go Only to find I'm living divine upon the threshold Of life in its entirety, entirely caught Witnessed the lows of self-impeachment through the fires I've walked Distraught indeed I've deemed it necessary helping the lost So, I'm feeling ill every time that I talk [Hook] Sometimes I'm feeling ill, sometimes I'm feeling crossed Sometimes I'm feeling good, that I could feel this lost Sometimes I'm feeling broke, sometimes I'm feeling paid Sometimes I feel I smoke, to push the pain away So tell me if I'm lost Or tell me if I'm ill [Verse 2] Through sickness and in health, this music keeps me listening I've travelled so far from my mind, defeated distances So what the difference is, is nothing y'all can pay me Definitely determined in making miracles daily So look…just me and my team, writing these sentences Selling my dreams Tell em I'm putting in work for the movement and telling our Nemesis f** what they think Cause they gon' be bumping that same sh** So f** all the people they came with I'm sick in my lips and I'm anxious And rapping becoming my language So what that sound like? Will I put it down like, "Wuddup Lemme spit some stupid sh** and tell that brown dyke shut up"? Or keep my pride intact Until a hater hear that clap And hear that kick and hear that flow and be like "Yeah, CJ's back…" [Hook]