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Illibuck
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Illibuck was released on September 26, 2026 by analog.ibk as a part of the album Bright's Star
ReleasedSeptember 26, 2026
Labelanalog.ibk
LanguageEnglish
BPM75
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

My point is:
Your name is part of your identity
And you should carry it
So, like my last name, Babatunde
It's never gonna change
That's my real identity
That's my name I made it known
It's some shit you can't ignore
Make 'em put they hands up
Scream out like the answer
Her skin like my favorite tone
Think we need some space alone
We don't want a camera
She a Native Dancer
That's my name I made it known
It's some shit you can't ignore
Make 'em put they hands up
Scream out like the answer
Her skin like my favorite tone
Think we need some space alone
We don't want a camera
She a Native Dancer
Flat on my back, wake up detached, typical morning
Couldn't adapt
Better unpack, critical warning
Catch up, bro I'll give you some pointers
Read more so the lyrics is poignant
Big bro said slow ya role
The heirs must follow tortoise
Now it might be ill advised
But I still want Illibuck
See me 'round, just say what's up
Can't chase what's in my cup
I'm still chasing highs
Like my place ain't enough
Missed calls that I ain't pick up
Full court, man it ain't pickup
Long road, so I'm told don't press
Stay close, cuz, home is best
Unknown man, I can't attest
I still gotta take the tests
You'd be green in the city, Go Birds
But I still wanna escape the nest
If I leave will it make a mess
The thoughts that ache my flesh
Flat on my back, wake up detached, typical morning
Couldn't adapt
Better unpack, critical warning
Pace of the match, didn't attack, minimal scoring
Liminal spaces, so I'm always performing
That's my name I made it known
It's some shit you can't ignore
Make 'em put they hands up
Scream out like the answer
Her skin like my favorite tone
Think we need some space alone
We don't want a camera
She a Native Dancer
That's my name I made it known
It's some shit you can't ignore
Make 'em put they hands up
Scream out like the answer
Her skin like my favorite tone
Think we need some space alone
We don't want a camera
She a Native Dancer
My poor clenched fists and my bushy head
Despair as I read Cesaire
Set my sights, must leave them there
Yeah
A-gap blitz, is your scheme prepared
Throw hot, toward the demon's lair
Faith based plays, no you can't be scared
Near here
Only way to go is onwards
Rub your eyes from the slumber
Days done made me somber
Also made me wonder
What will do me in
Will it be guilt from all my blunders
Never boolean, the choices endless, unencumbered
Flat on my back, wake up detached from thoughts I couldn't redact
Cut me some slack, message on Slack, I'm running from work, I'm pinged from the past
Digital dash, I'm fleeting the apps, they're taking my data and making a map
Making some cash, making a stash, it's terrible, terabytes stored on a flash
You can run, better don't hide, better don't hide
Chasing trophies and more lies, maybe more lies
You can run, better don't hide, better don't hide
Chasing trophies and more lies, maybe more
That's my name I made it known
It's some shit you can't ignore
Make 'em put they hands up
Scream out like the answer
Her skin like my favorite tone
Think we need some space alone
We don't want a camera
She a Native Dancer
That's my name I made it known
It's some shit you can't ignore
Make 'em put they hands up
Scream out like the answer
Her skin like my favorite tone
Think we need some space alone
We don't want a camera
She a Native Dancer
Flat on my back, wake up detached, typical morning
Written by: Ibukun C Babatunde, James Kurz

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