Lyrics: SOMAOTA
Music: DUCK HOUSE
Hardworking like JB I don’t wanna say “maybe”
My headache is heavy ‘cause a lot of message
Ah shit, ah shit, ah shit, No camera
A life is cubism, complex perspective
Everyone shouted “page me at once” I go crazy
Ah shit, ah shit, ah shit, No camera
Mosquitoes in my brain, their names pink noise and money hungry
Having a bee in my bonnet about ideology
Dreamy idealist still waiting’ for epiphany
And my girl is completely realist
Detest breakfast at Tiffany’s
"I hate it"
TV news in dining room, take casual attitude
‘cause it always contains half-truth
I know the facts hided behind the curtain
They are shy, sunshine can’t find the place to be ya ya ya
But my indifference makes you angry
Needed to be solo and do well in community
Swelling acnes complains bad shape it’s feverish
Hearing my heart screaming, get out my chest
Blood pressure level maximum but no leisure time, no way
Self-abhorrence is next to me from adolescence my best friend is self-destructive
Why can we control them even though we reasonable
Linger on Peter Pan Syndrome, tinker bell not ring the intercom
Introversion persisted, heavy trauma inscribed on
Shrinking the world, cerebral cortex ,I need GORE-TEX(Where are you?)
No progress needed, look at your face, too grotesque(Press undo)
Sympathize with Luther’s protest, martin say(Give me the truth)
Can’t stand to see my treasure rotting away
I’m a mother****’n visionality(Far from you,)
Escape from reality(Press undo)
Place value on your ambiguity(Give me the proof)
But you better clarity, lost humanity
Hey! once more DUCK!
Hardworking like JB I don’t wanna say “maybe”
My headache is heavy ‘cause a lot of message
Ah shit, ah shit, ah shit, No camera
A life is cubism, complex perspective
Everyone shouted “page me at once” I go crazy
Ah shit, ah shit, ah shit, No camera
Hard worker like blue jeans, I’m ready The Fugees
My severe allergy my room so dusty
Ah shit, ah shit, ah shit, No camera
Like the movie of Kubrick 合わさらない Rubik
Everyone say ”I’m purist trust me” I go crazy
Ah shit, ah shit, ah shit, No camera
(Where are you? Press undo, give me the truth)
Shrinking the world, cerebral cortex ,I need GORE-TEX(Far from you,)
No progress needed, look at your face, too grotesque(Press undo)
Sympathize with Luther’s protest, martin say(Give me the proof)
Can’t stand to see my treasure rotting away
I’m a mother****’n visionality(Where are you?)
Escape from reality(Press undo)
Place value on your ambiguity(Give me the truth)
But you better clarity