[Intro: David]
Uh, this reminds me of, as I look around, there's like-
The thing about TY, like in general, is that, it's a, sort of a crazy place. It depends who's here, and uhm, it's incredibly, incredibly special that we're able to create this thing together, which we just did for the last two, three months

[Verse: Dom]
I was sitting on the plane, reading everybody's letters
Felt I still had to deliver one more message
It's Trill House, yeah that's the crew forever
It's Trill House, and don't forget the Collective
I still remember clear as day when I was working in the kitchen
Freestyle battles with the thought of a mixtape in the distance
Tiny talking down to us, then "swag on my dick" uttered by Kittim
Then we drop that shit and now everybody listen
Something like 20k streams around the world
That's crazy, more than I could ever ask for
Was it worth the trouble, I won't ever be too sure
I feel like Trill House when I skip activities to record
But I feel it's one missing piece, that's mi hijo Genaro
It fucking broke my heart when they let me know
That they went and left my bro down in Mexico
Got me screaming out Donald Trump's un pendejo
But it's memories that won't go away
Just chilling with my bro's at the Broza stage
12719 that's our second home today
5309 to my emotions, they like an open gate
And to my campers, shout out the real ones, you know who you are
But I don't name no names, can't let your ego go too far
You will always have a very special place inside my heart
Riding with me since day one, like a golf cart
Y'all be buying my music, and be wearing my merch
And rapping along to every single inappropriate verse
The amount of times I been told off, thought I nearly lost my job
But shit, the only fired around gon be when this drop
Mad people coming up to me with ideas for songs
I'm so glad that y'all could join along
I know I stayed silent on you like football
Kept it secret like the campers with their phones
We know what's going on, we ain't dumb as you thought
We just usually couldn't be bothered, that's why you ain't got caught
I just tried to stay cool, 'cause a dickhead's something I'm not
I really love everybody at camp a lot
Uh, shoutout to Jon for my vatik speech
I'm up in my feelings now like knee deep
You taught me so much about how to be me
I'ma be something big by the next time you see me
Had to make a plaque to solidify my legacy
Threw everybody on that shit, and I mean everybody
This is legendary
Sometimes you never know to cherish a moment until it's a memory
And to my B1nch boys to B8 Ha'am, you pretty trill
I ain't faking nothing, I mean that shit for real
And though I got pretty stressed, and at times my life was hell
You stuck by me still
And shoutout to Boaz with the good hair
You made last summer great for me, and did it again the next year
And Michaela I love that I could work with you twice again
I love you both forever, that's some life long friends
I won with my chaverai, God I hit the lotto
Handing out the grams, I ain't talking 'bout shabbat-o
Drowning in the undercurrent of post-TY sorrow
This shit never ends, fam I'll see y'all tomorrow
I was sitting on the plane, reading everybody's letters
Felt I still had to deliver one more message
It's Trill House, yeah that's the crew forever
It's Trill House, and don't forget the Collective

[Sample: David]
We spend, uh, we spend a lot of the year, uh we spend a lot of the year trying to get ready for this and it only comes together when we get all of you guys. So, uh, on behalf of all of us, we just really, really wanna thank you for being with us and making this summer happen. Thank you. (Applause)

[Outro: Dom]
It's Trill House, yeah that's the crew I be repping
It's Trill House, and don't forget the Collective