在都市的烟尘中,你我也许都一样,在孤独的边缘走出歪歪斜斜的轨迹
This song is a Chinese remix of and a tribute to a classical jazz HipHop instrumental by the legendary Japanese producer/DJ Nujabes (R.I.P)
...查看更多 收起I got a Michael soul resting in a Satan shell
titan will dwelling a carousel spinning
Musical bell ringing like big whale singing to a sail
milling wheel on the millet Imma be
Standing dwarf like Tyrion
hand of the realm
Being a lofi-billion
Chilling my will, feeling like l
million champion go hundreds of drills
坐着氢气球飘过独木的桥
划过指尖的沙是埋藏时间的表
之前的暗淡分数,情节也受不了
散漫的步伐,走过雾霾的路
烟尘里的吞吐,门外生人勿扰
他游离在边缘,没时间偷闲
有天被压力压扁的男孩学不会抽烟
走遍了城市里,没有成知己
那孤寂和失意一整个秋天
6月的城市,繁忙的每日,1公里的主干道30分钟来停滞
空白竟是,那些成日盘踞心头的事
虚荣的本质消逝却又重来了形式
被牵制的自以为是的偏执,以为是变质的现实里宝贵的坚持
费事独自苦恼思考着发达的锁事
酣睡三个小时,白费绞尽脑汁
争执交织的胜古南里
奴隶社会的冲击像是拳击
言辞的犀利落下腐蚀的落雨
对错的说句磨去像是脆玻璃
想被这音乐剥离
北极星,男孩抬头
提醒脚下的泥泞,孕育生长新生命
命运的赛车手抬着头冲下去
Time stops the clock blocks my mind
the globe goes bright and freeze in my sight
eyes grow roses let the brain roll strolling down the road
owning goal, holding my outside images
fit my roles, character poses
only you the one who can console and know me
real me exposure never happen before our meeting
take a note 我记录着轨迹
He never knows where’s the end of the story and the lonely boy was trapped and fell
He doesn’t knows how to jump to the right cause though he was armed by skills
He doesn’t know Why
why he got accused for untruth
the cruel wounds that not gonna heal
But well, cruising down the road that wind blows, and the boy’s still feeling well
打破 status quo,跳出主路
似乎都难踏出第一步
不计其数的束缚
捆绑着珍藏的梦,不敢掀开的幕布
现代人都差点归属, 都在找退路
都瞻前顾后害怕没安全感不敢去追逐
像我告诉自己我很酷,就让欲望的猛虎去捕食理想的麋鹿
Like one two and one and two
We go Hunt and move
But we always care 什么可以什么才是不可以
那条路是否坦途,是否有观众鼓舞,有同行者倾诉
总是留恋流言朋友圈里的留言
有闲看好几遍不如优先更多历练
直到在最后一刻,记不清歌舞
怎么去追求当特立独行的猪
争执交织的胜古南里
奴隶社会的冲击像是拳击
言辞的犀利落下腐蚀的落雨
对错的说句磨去像是脆玻璃
想被这音乐剥离
北极星,男孩抬头
提醒脚下的泥泞,孕育生长新生命
命运的赛车手抬着头冲下去
I got a Michael soul resting in a Satan shell
titan will dwelling a carousel spinning
Musical bell ringing like big whale singing to a sail
milling wheel on the millet Imma be
Standing dwarf like Tyrion
hand of the realm
Being a lofi-billion
Chilling my will, feeling like l
million champion go hundreds of drills
like the Bill who fulfill dreams and make them real
Time stops the clock blocks my mind
the globe goes bright and freeze in my sight
eyes grow roses let the brain roll strolling down the road
owning goal, holding my outside images
fit my roles, character poses
only you the one who can console and know me
real me exposure never happen before our meeting
take a note 我记录着轨迹