Letter to Myself

It's the IGLO ting innit Lets hit that reflect button, it runs smooth like butter Feeling like a puddle of water, reflecting light from the gutter Me, L O I C, AKA the iglo with the arc (arc) And you have to be massively careful because you know we make it spark A spark was something I felt when I saw you in the dark But you didn't care as you instantly ran away from the bark Barking, I might link my thing, we didn't debark Thank you next, we know them freshershark Letter to myself self self self self Close the door, look in the shelf shelf shelf Take the letter, read it out out out out loud Bout to splash the dash, they say my music is trash, NAH Crazy journey so far, hence I need to spit you a bar Not behind the drinking bar, 6-9 still in jail behind the bar BAR-celona will probably remain the city of my dream Dreamwork studio, yeah, and we want the ICE with the whipped cream But then lets move on, shall we, unconditionally Or do you wanna keep holding on till it hurts, yeah you stupidly Me the donkey, and you the stone, we're back here now in Maidstone Already two times, but won't be surprised if it happened like more times What they said from the beginning, wasn't it screwed anyways Not even a screwdriver could get the nail back in place Screw the driver, he should have taken the next one to the right He wasn't in his right, as he took the next one left, it's a theft Y'all should know, public disaster, keke back to her master She's mastering the act of enchanting the mister faster Mister fell again, 9/11 grenfell over again Respect to the community, love peace, you a bargain Letter to myself self self self self Close the door, look in the shelf shelf shelf Take the letter, read it out out out out loud Bout to splash the dash, they say my music is trash, NAH Strong personal opinion: now it's mind over matter Doesn't matter no more, no- don't hurt me no more More like Jaden Smith, turning into his alias Syre Yeah Man, his Lyrics and goals saving us from desire Was always stupidly seeking the recognition of them people Yeah man, soz, my mindset was like medieval But now the unknown, place of huge possibilities Don't need no more to mask my flaws and insecurities Amen to this my brudder, no need to juggle your struggle Go back to your dearest, display your situation and cuddle Meanwhile, the pope shouted out his homie, urbi et orbi Romelus and Remus would be proud looking at the purple newby City was raised from its ashes, no need no camera flashes Too sad nobody was there picking it up for the mighty gram See the rotten problem of our 90s generation In this case, history repeated again, I'm a fugitive to Amsterdam Letter to myself self self self self Close the door, look in the shelf shelf shelf Take the letter, read it out out out out loud Bout to splash the dash, they say my music is trash, NAH Sadly enough, last verses of today, I know it's cray How each day, late at night in the dark I pray To celebrate all my new achievements of that particular day For you to slay, have to express your gratitude in a certain way So damn grateful, for all what happened recently, hashtag thankful Hemingway, the old man and the sea - you think it's dull Well you'd have to see the tides change for yourself, I'm young though But more than enough confronted with the channel, now make a bow Meanwhile, 2k eighteen cruised, sliding automatically like a jetsky Zeze keke fefe you lil guys ready for a meme World war 3 trump versus north korean boikie 9 gah sees the joke, whilst I see the countries in smoke O you don't want no smoke, is that what I sincerly hope? Hoping by now, you'd have learned how to swim the breaststroke For real, if you'd listen to me for once, yeah, that would be dope Otherwise, I'd have to carry you all the way again, no joke Letter to myself self self Close the door, look in the shelf Take the letter, read it out out out loud Bout to splash the dash, they say my music is trash, NAH And remember the last time, I did this when I was back in the boot Was kinda rapping about everything also including my roots You guys were done being funny, always taking the mikey outta me But one thing yè, I'm doing this for my pleasure in my leasure, don't oversee Open end Letter to myself IGLO