Candles on Fire! - Quadeca

Woke up feeling mad today

Bitch, I’m ugly, but I act like Timmy Chalamet, uh

I hate these motherfuckers so, so much

Why I keep on tryna get 'em all to validate me?

It’s no help, I’m living like, «Oh well»

Like my English teacher said, had to show 'em, I don’t tell

I show 'em I don’t fail, they knowin' me so well

I been catchin' all the shade they’ve been throwin' I’m, Odell, uh

Turn the cameras on

Quick water break in the marathon

Walk in your room and I set the mood

I ain’t gotta light the motherfuckin' candles on

Fire, can’t see without the cameras on

Without a platform to be standin' on, uh

All this baggage going over they heads

So I keep it underneath how I carry on, ooh

I’m goin' crazy

Too hot for Milan, had to add the AC (Woo!)

Guess what’s gettin' to 'em lately?

They been takin' shots at the boy, I just say «Cheese!»

I smell the green, that’s synesthesia

Growin' up, I’m already too old for Chris D’Elia

They tryna run they mouth, checkin' in on that big career and look, it’s nada

Voilá, it disappeared, okay, ayy

These sparks are fickle and simple-minded

Flashlight in the dark;

how people gon' get behind 'em

I never killed my ego, it’s trippin' on psilocybin

That shit’ll kill me inside if they hear it, and never mind-it

I’ve been gassed up, that’s why they don’t hold a candle to me

Masked up way before it was a standard duty

Back up, I came in this shit

Put my sticks in the ground, so I’m sorry but you can’t remove me

Turn the cameras on

Quick water break in the marathon

Walk in your room and I set the mood

They ain’t gotta light the motherfuckin' candles on

Fire, can’t see without the cameras on

Without a platform to be standin' on, uh

All this baggage going over they heads

So I keep it underneath how I carry on, ooh

They put the red dot right back on his head

In fact, it never left

Fuck a gold plaque, I want platinum instead, uh

It won’t matter no less

All my nights sleepless, but my dreams still vivid

Hole getting deeper, but the team still winnin'

Let me look around, like will you please love me?

End up in the ground, will they still think of me

Where they still feel something

Ain’t nobody laughing, but it still feels funny to me

It’s all a game, all these people just a number to me

And what could it be?

No matter how I feel, you could bet I’ll give 'em somethin' to see

What’s the price of living comfortably?

All these numbers mind numbing to me, it’s nothin' to me

Get my pants tailored with the big pockets

I don’t give 'em much room (mushroom) when they shit talkin' (shitake), ayy

Turn the cameras on

Quick water break in the marathon

Walk in your room and I set the mood

They ain’t gotta light the motherfuckin' candles on

Fire, can’t see without the cameras on

Without a platform to be standin' on, uh

All this baggage going over they heads

So I keep it underneath how I carry on, ooh

Turn the cameras on

Walk in your room and I set the mood

They ain’t gotta light the motherfuckin' candles on FIRE

Cameras on

Without a platform to be standing on

All this baggage going over they heads

So I keep it underneath how I carry on, ooh

The route up the ice ridge was hard but safe, Tyson could watch the avalanches

go by and even enjoy the view