Letter to Myself Video (MV)

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