Lyrics: LT microphone
Arranged by BLU· Swing
Mix: big fool
C-BLOCK studio
Pay tribute to Mr. BLU· Swing, a famous Japanese jazz rapper.
Lyrics:
Hair explosion
No explosive temper
I like making popcorn with my mother.
People like to treat their own kind as delicious food.
Go out early and come home late every day to make a living.
He has a hard shell and a gentle and sensitive core.
Makes him feel different.
No matter how ordinary, others don't understand.
He has to understand many problems after all.
LT microphone:
What it likes best is living by the water.
Big pliers will hold food in your mouth.
Seeing a beautiful lady never discharges easily.
Looks honest and never casual.
I often stay at home and do housework when I have nothing to do.
You can be a chef if you like oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
I like to give it to my family and friends.
I like to listen to jazz drinking coke and taste lonely.
When he overheard this unique rhythm
Every word touches the depths of his soul.
Suddenly, something moved it to protect it.
He began to walk sideways in armor.
Even if the years draw circles on the stump.
But this persistence has never changed.
Please don't judge him easily with stubbornness.
He just hates listening to Leo's Cancer.
hook
Hair explosion
No explosive temper
I like making popcorn with my mother.
People like to treat their own kind as delicious food.
Go out early and come home late every day to make a living.
He has a hard shell and a gentle and sensitive core.
Makes him feel different.
No matter how ordinary, others don't understand.
He has to understand many problems after all.
LT microphone:
The voice of shouting and cursing is constantly roaring, and the pressure of life is constantly surrounding you.
He tried to stick to his own direction.
He firmly continues to hold on to his unchanging belief.
How many people can understand his position?
No matter how much desire there is around.
Maybe there will be another big wave outside.
I'd rather sit quietly in the corner and heal alone.
A kind mother is always so simple.
Callus-covered pliers gently stroked his son.
She doesn't want to tell the little crab any more stories.
She thinks her son is immature and stubborn.
It is your classmate who has food and clothes now.
They even bought their own caves.
And there is nothing around their home, and now everything is missing.
Why not get a job and try to make money?
He said it was his choice and it would take time.
The atmosphere is a bit dull.
Only the clock on the wall is still ticking.
Hook:
Hair explosion
No explosive temper
I like making popcorn with my mother.
People like to treat their own kind as delicious food.
Go out early and come home late every day to make a living.
He has a hard shell and a gentle and sensitive core.
Makes him feel different.
No matter how ordinary, others don't understand.
He has to understand many problems after all.
LT microphone:
With the passage of time, the little crab has become an old crab.
His favorite music didn't become a career after all.
Finally, he was caught by fishermen and his family cried for him.
Death paved the way for him in the frying pan, and he felt no pain.
Open your eyes slightly and you can't see the face of the diners.
Although some dreams have not come true, but
Because he struggled, he was proud of it.
He is proud of his constant efforts.
Finally, I smiled blushingly and slowly closed my eyes.