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ダンサビリティ
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歌詞
Baby I apologize
Oh I promise you, I never told you no lies
People say you are too good for me
Now I see
Can't you see?
Let me tell you, a little something
You ever wonder, why we always nothing
You ever wonder, why we get no sleep
You ever wonder why we up on our feet?
Let me tell you, a little something
You ever wonder, why we always nothing
You ever wonder, why we get no sleep
You ever wonder why we up on our feet?
I remember my good ol' days
Homework piling up, bought my food off change
My momma, tryna get that Phone in range
Talking to her big sis, bout my daddy's wage
Meanwhile
My sister at the Paragon, doing practice
With upper echelon, dancers and actress
My daddy outside, dealing with some cactus
Bout to lose his job soon, life just attacked us
Kay now, mosquito in his cage
When everybody else called me so strange
Jay Chou, Despacito was the rage
But I like DJ Snake, watch Ultra stage
6AM, get up, go to classes
SPM, was the end goal, needed passes
They told, if you fail, you fail at life
No money, so guys like me can't get a wife
They say
Sit down, shush, speak when I tell you, speak
See those who speak like Kenneth gon get beat
You better follow my steps, so you get a C
If not you fucked up, no job stability
You'll end up scrubbing toilets, owing money to the bankers
Be more like Jarret, memorizing all the chapters
I didn't fit in, I got weird positioning
Started making music, in this poor conditioning
PERSPECTIVE
Let me tell you, a little something
You ever wonder, why we always nothing
You ever wonder, why we get no sleep
You ever wonder why we up on our feet?
Let me tell you, a little something
You ever wonder, why we always nothing
You ever wonder, why we get no sleep
You ever wonder why we up on our feet?
7 years later
Skin, palette, youngin
Mental, 2 medals on the shirt, the prime hunting
He knows what the streets sound
The ebony, and rebounds, the consequence
The lack of this, the lack of trust in G rounds
Worth over nothing
F-bomb opinions, views, camera likes, hugging
All this shit, the mask up
Masquerade to hide the fact that most of us are fucked up
Let me clarify, how the cycle goes, it starts up
So one person, they grow up from 7 to 70
7 sins in, 7 virtues, they make their enemies
7 times chance, you give, they forget "accidentally"
7 times a charmer, but now your head is fucked mentally
Playing tug of war, cut the stomach out the boar
Was the prime example of the Asian culture, wicked core
Let me show you how my life has changed in 7 years
Day by day my isolation is the answer to my peers
See my aunty, my momma big sis she passed away
That shit fucked me up, all the way to today
I see my other aunties, scouring her money, now
This devouring, it's ironic, think it's kinda funny
When she on that death bed, 5 minutes, heard that beep
Everyone in that room had a reason to leave
Cause today I refuse to believe, continue to grieve that
I was the only one in that room to see her leave
Fuck
Let me tell you, a little something
You ever wonder, why we always nothing?
You ever wonder, why we get no sleep?
You ever wonder why we up on our feet?
Let me tell you, a little something
You ever wonder, why we always nothing?
You ever wonder, why we get no sleep?
You ever wonder why we up on our feet?
Now
You're talking to me
Down from the city
Tote bag, hanging shoulder, posture Belle Arti
Rode back, admin folders, cross turn LRT
7 hours, work mode, mental prowess, best code
Lack balance, that's a death note
After 7, silent the phone
Slowly let it explode
A Chinese man walked in
He said, the music scene, just can't fall in
He said, he too sick, been grinding this music
He came a long way from little Penang
The story goes like, he got caught up with gang
Turns out, me and him we got the same friends
Turns out, his name is Kenneth
We from the same planet
Doing music and work
9 to 5 in a tandem
So really it's not just me
This positioning, this different breed
Being outcast by your yellow peeves
This conditioning, this Asian grief
We're brainwashed to believe, the only way is to leave
The Golden Sand Peninsula, start over Adam & Eve
Cause the grass is greener on the other side you can't see
Well that's where they catch you, like a paparazzi
(Uh) Why don't we got ourselves like a David Guetta?
Why don't producers here live off the beat and bread uh?
Why do artists here all avoid Starbucks?
Work multiple jobs & live band for 10 bucks?
Why do the people at the "top" get gassed up?
Make a big deal because they don't get passed up?
But reality
It's minimum effort
Cause gate keep culture run in our blood
Since the yellow desert
So really, I'm pointing fingers
I'm pointing fingers at myself, I should do better
The only one to blame, and every real artist here
Cause we ain't good enough, not enough to persevere
We should do better
We shoot to better
We should do better
We shoot to better
Written by: Sylvester Kuan Kai Xuan
