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Overhead

Korean Hip-Hop

Overhead was released on April 6, 2026 by IG.2 as a part of the album 404

Song Details

Album404

Release DateApril 6, 2026

LabelIG.2

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM83

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

IG.2

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

IG.2

Composer, Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

IG.2

Producer

Lyrics

I lie on the floor — the fan set low,

late bills stacked on the window ledge.

The room keeps humming — like it knows,

your brush still waits on the sink edge.

Overhead glass in a wired cage,

cold halo round a rented frame.

I count the ticks — the ballast buzz;

call it rain — fake myself clean.

You never call — the room still speaks;

same white wash — for different weeks.

Overhead — you never rest.

Overhead — through my chest.

I hit the switch — you stay.

You flood the bed — I pay.

Overhead — you burn too clean;

make every secret overseen.

I turn away — you’re set;

I can’t unhear what’s said.

Overhead — I’m wide awake;

show me the cord to break.

You liked this room for easy gloss —

looks bigger when the lamp runs hot.

We ate from boxes — cardboard cross,

left coffee rings where heat last stopped.

I swapped the bulb when we lost tune —

daylight white to clinic calm.

You said be cool — you trimmed me thin;

every warm part — pared to palm.

I dim my voice — the glare stays loud;

I fade to small — inside this crowd.

Overhead — you never rest.

Overhead — through my chest.

I hit the switch — you stay.

You flood the bed — I pay.

Overhead — you burn too clean;

make every secret overseen.

I turn away — you’re set;

I can’t unhear what’s said.

Overhead — I’m wide awake;

tell me the cord to break.

I thought bright rooms would make me heal,

but clarity can bruise for real.

If this light won’t learn my skin,

I’ll pull the plug — and start again.

Overhead — get off my chest.

Overhead — I answer to me.

I cut the tape — you haunt the line;

I change the room — I claim it mine.

Overhead — you burn too clean;

I choose the dark — so I can breathe.

I turn the switch — you beg to stay;

I hold my ground — you fade away.

Overhead — I learned the break:

not every lamp deserves my wake.

I pack the cups — I kill the hum,

fold all the bills — let morning come.

If quiet costs — I’ll pay in full;

no more rooms that overrule.

Written by: IG.2

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