Ill Lit - In The Thick

in the thick, low lights
when you need the accident,
you used to hide and wait,
then say that you got by.
in the thick low, low lights
i’ll be the gift that keeps on giving.
stay fit and faithful, we’re the living,
listen closely if you’re listening.
you quit on a quitter and you’ll swear
it feels like winning.
well, go on and get
your sunday sunlight.
we’re lost in the back seat
with the rewind.
you’re run down from research
now you’ll refine
you’re desert, you’re desperate west.
when understanding unwinds,
it unwinds.
we’ll be like this again;
in the end we’ll never
look like this again.
we’ll be like this again;
in the end we’ll never
look like this again.