[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”