My Line 2

Lyrics

[Commentary: Illy] Yeah This next one's produced by Jase, Beathedz Good lookin' out, mate And this one is about where I'm from Which most of you should know by know Is the Frankston line, Melbourne City So let's do it [Intro: Illy] Yeah, yup, yeah [Verse 1: Illy] Shit, here we go again, another ode to my location The mighty Frankston line, home and inspiration Where I been reppin' my duration And pills hittin' over-saturation And house music blew the fuck up and now almost every dude Got a weird haircut and a pair o' boat shoes, ha But that's my home, they may be a bit confused But I lovе 'em all the same and thеy got love for me too It's funny havin' those dudes compliment you House addicts in their cars but they're bangin' my tunes All it takes is a spark, illuminate the truth Maybe I can steer 'em from a dance floor to the booth To think I was told I'd never make it once And now I'm lookin' 'round for a dude at twenty-one Who's even comin' close to doin' the shit I've done It's never been for ego, I do this for the love, that's why [Chorus: Illy] This is not a love song, it's a sonnet That old Frankston line shit, I'm still on it It is what it is, what it is is a promise It feels good havin' people up on it And this is not a love song, it's a sonnet That old Frankston line shit, I'm still on it It is what it is, what it is is a promise It feels good havin' people up on it [Verse 2: Illy] Yeah, product o' my surroundings, I rep proud I walk in a room, sandy sex in the house Grammar school kick out to next fresh sound I stand up for mine but love to get down I've never been a fighter but you can best believe I've had to fight for every single mission I've achieved Ambition to be free got me close enough to see Reality blurrin' with a dream Shit, motherfucker can't tell me squat I can tell if you're bluffin', don't care if you're not Real watch imposters bring more front in shot The road less travelled, the bridge less crossed Brought me here from the heart with a life in rhyme So I love that you feel it, it's as much yours as mine But I highly advise if you find the time And think my shit's hard, check out the walls on the lines, that's right [Chorus: Illy] This is not a love song, it's a sonnet That old Frankston line shit, I'm still on it It is what it is, what it is is a promise It feels good havin' people up on it And this is not a love song, it's a sonnet (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na) That old Frankston line shit, I'm still on it (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na) It is what it is, what it is is a promise (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) It feels good havin' people up on it [Outro: Illy] (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na) (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na) (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) [Intro: Sampled] "Bran-bran-bran" "Bran-bran-bran" "Bran-bran" "Brand new-brand new-brand new-brand new"