Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Candles on Fire!, artist - Quadeca. Date of issue: 02.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Candles on Fire! |
| 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 |