Bladee – ICARUS 3REESTYLE Lyrics

On “ICARUS 3REESTYLE,” Bladee explores themes of life, hardships, and success over a psychedelic instrumental.

In Greek mythology, Icarus—the son of the master craftsman Daedalus—was known for his attempt to fly using wings made out of feathers and wax. His father warned him not to soar too close to the sun or the water as it would ruin his wings, but he ignored these cautions. Like Daedalus advised, Icarus’ wings melted—a result of flying towards the sun—causing him to plunge into the sea and drown. This story is told as a lesson of complacency, which Bladee also touches on in this track.

The Guz Reichwald-directed music video released the same day as Spiderr, and features Bladee in the streets of Manchester, Connecticut.

[Intro]
Three plus three plus three is nine
D, it’s me, SG (D9)
Create it as I speak, STE
(This is nine, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Hero of my story, death or glory in the inner city
Baby, it’s the smaller things in life that really make a difference
Best believe it never was a joke, but I was always kidding
Cinderella only for one night, the shoe was really fitting
See me when I’m walking through the glue, it sure do get sticky
DG9 is ugly in the street, gotta make it pretty (Damn)
Navigate the mystery, we pull reality out of fiction
Takes more than ambition, I can show you, you don’t have to listen

[Chorus]
I paint a perfect picture, strike that, a beautiful image
It’s obviously number nine, something that words can’t describe
I’ll always be by your side, inside a city of light
And in my way falling down (Inside a city of light)

[Verse 2]
Ah, raise the bar, they’re obviously not up to par
I look up at the sky and I wish upon a star
Guess they like how I talk on the songs, turn it to a art
SG creep in the night after eight when it’s dark
Blessings coming in by the truck, told ’em, “Load it up”
Very special numbers on the crest, I have to hold it up
I tried to tell ’em we’re not special, but still, they idolize us
You might catch me in the grocery store or riding on the bus
Ah, I’ll start to blush
Perfection is just an illusion and a punishment of love
I’m standing solid every season, but it’s not solid enough
Baby, you can kill me with a touch, I’m flying too close to the sun

[Outro]
I paint a perfect picture, strike that, a beautiful image
I paint a perfect picture, strike that, a beautiful image