Candles on Fire!

[Verse 1: Quadeca]

Woke up feelin' mad today

Bitch, I'm ugly, but I act like Timmy Chalamet, uh (Woo)

I hate these mother****ers 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, uh

[Chorus: Quadeca]

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 mother****in' 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

[Verse 2: Quadeca]

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

[Chorus: Quadeca]

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 mother****in' candles on fire

Can't see without the cameras on

Without a platform to be standin' on, uh

All this baggage goin' over they heads

So I keep it underneath how I carry on, ooh

[Verse 3: Quadeca]

They put the red dot right back on his head

In fact, it never left

**** a gold plaque, I want platinum instead, uh

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', ayy

[Chorus: Quadeca]

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 mother****in' candles on fire

Can't see without the cameras on

Without a platform to be standin' on, uh

All this baggage goin' over they heads

So I keep it underneath how I carry on, ooh

[Outro: Quadeca & Chris Bonington]

Turn the cameras on

Walk in your room and I set the mood

They ain't gotta light the mother****in' 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, ooh

The route up the ice ridge was hard, but safe

Boyson could watch the avalanches go by and even enjoy the view