Identity is about Grandson’s conflict between himself, Grandson, and his alter ego, X. He talks about this more on his Twitter. The song is about him being unable to find out which one he really is: the positive, outgoing one, or the negative one who just doesn’t care anymore.
[Intro]
Mm, mm-mm, hmm-mm-mm
Mm, hm, mm
[Verse 1]
Nobody really cared, so it never really mattered
It never really mattered, so it never really happened
What's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after?
The past keeps hauntin' the future I imagine (Wha—)
All I ever wanted was a little peace and quiet
Just color in the lines, and you'll get it like they promise
If you bite the hand, get louder and defiant
Then you'll see how quickly they come making a deposit
[Chorus]
One false move, you're a Kennedy
If you fight it, you're the enemy
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
Where's my head on the podium?
Gas me up, no petroleum
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
[Verse 2]
Mass detention, debt collection, misdirection
Got lost, missed intervention
We missed redemption, missed reflection, kissed the weapon
Skipped the lesson, caught an infection
Mass confusion, air pollution
Compromise foreign contribution
Mass epidemic, no mask in a mass, call the medic
Go fast, do I last? Apathetic
Might crash, I'm a hack, I'm pathetic, I know
Times ain't changin', the sun don't show
When the trees won't grow, when the bars keep droppin'
The fake tan on the TV keep talkin'
Just wanna be optimistic
My sanity's gone off, ballistic
Train was leavin', I just missed it
Guess that I'm stuck with this shit, damn
[Chorus]
One false move, you're a Kennedy
If you fight it, you're the enemy
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
Where's my head on the podium?
Gas me up, no petroleum
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
[Bridge]
I'm still tryna find my identity
[Chorus]
One false move, you're a Kennedy
If you fight it, you're the enemy
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
Where's my head on the podium?
Gas me up, no petroleum
I'm so sick, but I can't find a remedy
I'm still tryna find my identity
Identity was written by Andrew Dawson & KRUPA & Boonn & grandson.
Identity was produced by Andrew Dawson & KRUPA & Boonn.