Lyrics Candles on Fire! - Quadeca

Woke up feelin' mad today
Bitch, I'm ugly, but I act like Timmy Chalamet
I hate these motherfuckers so, so much
Why I keep on tryna get 'em all to validate me?
It's no help, I'm livin' 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

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
All this baggage going over they heads
So I keep it underneath how I carry on

I'm goin' crazy
Too hot for Milan, had to add the AC
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
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
All this baggage goin' over they heads
So I keep it underneath how I carry on

They put the red dot right back on his head
In fact, it never left
Fuck a gold plaque, I want platinum instead
It won't matter no less
All my nights sleepless, but my dreams still vivid
Hole gettin' 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? Will they still feel somethin'?
Ain't nobody laughin', but it still feel 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 livin' comfortably?
All these numbers mind-numbin' to me, it's nothin' to me
Get my pants tailored with the big pockets
I don't give 'em much room when they shit-talkin'

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
All this baggage goin' over they heads
So I keep it underneath how I carry on

(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 standin' on)
All this baggage goin' over they heads
So I keep it underneath how I carry on

("The route up the ice ridge was hard, but safe")
("Boyson could watch the avalanches go by and even enjoy the view")