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Description
Lyricist: Daichi Yamamoto
Lyricist: Benjazzy
Composer: DJ MAYAKU
Producer: DJ MAYAKU
Lyrics and translation
Original
願い下げさ once again 燃やす pain を pain に変えて輝き灯した flame まるで flame 燃やすために clap!
Fresh な酸素。
願い下げさ once again 燃やす pain を pain に変 えて輝き灯した flame まるで flame 燃やすために clap!
Yeah, fresh な酸素。
膨らんでる pocket 生み出してる空気 super sharp like new jeans でも always ready like Fugees。 夏みたいに never die 強く働いてるな。
サングラスと 帽子被ってる街中バレてるな。 描いてく経験生み出す radiant 弾けるバブルは very yeah 酸欠キャリアに蹴り入れる。
立てかけてる motto 手に入れるまるで兄弟の看板。 ラッテルラダー baby。
花舞 わせるこの beat 響いてる俺が beat する口中かすかな french cheat。 適当にやってるぜ音楽は life work。
あんなに作るならごめんなさいね もうならなかったな。 意識変えて景色変えて蹴った rhyme 努力自慢のためにやってな いし、三日坊主なんてない。
夜間中にそもそも せてないし、せてないし、内心興味ないし、大切な人にさ期待してないし。
埋まらないこの孤 独と部屋で向き合って、独特 のスタイルを貫く。 またゾクゾクとする beat の前に pop pop pop。 アッ プデートを繰り返し抜け出してく迷路。
願い下げさ once again 燃やす pain を pain に変えて輝き灯した flame まるで flame 燃やすために clap!
Fresh な酸素。
願い下げさ once again 燃やす pain を pain に変 えて輝き灯した flame まるで flame 燃やすために clap!
Yeah, fresh な酸 素。
fresh な酸素。
燃やせ、燃やせ、燃やすなら燃やせ、燃やせ、燃やす なら燃やせ、燃やせ、燃やすなら 燃やせ、燃やせ。 Look!
傾 ちよるような片道に流れる。 流れる血と分ける靴も死にに走りよするも消すなぜ消す石で血に 引き突き上げど。
迷い too 狩り残せるより厚かましい嫉妬がありがてえ。 頭マジ消化できない flow もは や俺に関係のない言語。
看板なる人たび、 beat の上遊 ぶ。 大地山元と連れ同士で口に積むの山か。
負けて enjoy しゃ。 一度の人生そんなにいる。 俺だけのスリブやてんの、やつよりせずにパタくってる。
yeah, 見たやつら、立てる壁貫くように bang! 何やってんの？ 前の職もと前に去りれる。 来中中勇気もないけどこの歌に my own ground。
歌詞かけす ぎてるせいで冗談の検証は消えてく。 燃やせ燃やせ油を振る暇なく注ぐ。
今も燃え盛ってる意 識す るような燃え尽き症候群。 日のとこに立つ煙、吸い込んで深く make up。
ぽい剥がれ て舞う corona に膨らませて吐く。
願い下げさ once again 燃やす pain を pain に変えて輝き灯した flame まるで flame 燃やすために clap!
Fresh な酸素。
願い下げさ once again 燃やす pain を pain に変えて輝き灯した flame まるで flame 燃やすために clap! Yeah, fresh な酸素。
fresh な酸素。
English translation
Once again, I turned the burning pain into pain and lit up a flame, just like a flame, clap!
Fresh oxygen.
I prayed once again, turning the burning pain into pain and lighting it like a flame, clap!
Yeah, fresh oxygen.
The bulging pocket creates air super sharp like new jeans but always ready like Fugees. I'm working hard like summer never dies.
People will notice me wearing sunglasses and a hat on the street. The experience of creating a radiant bursting bubble kicks in a very yeah, oxygen-starved career.
The motto I'm leaning against is like a brother's sign. Rattel ladder baby.
Hanamai, this beat is echoing in my mouth, a faint french cheat. I'm doing whatever I want. Music is my life work.
I'm sorry if you made it like that, but it didn't turn out any better. I changed my mindset, changed the scenery, and kicked rhyme.I didn't do it to brag about my efforts, and there's no such thing as a three-day monk.
I don't let it happen in the middle of the night, I don't let it happen, I'm not really interested in it, and I don't expect it from the people I care about.
He faces this unresolved loneliness in his room and maintains his unique style. Pop pop pop before the thrilling beat. It's a maze that you have to get out of through repeated updates.
Once again, I turned the burning pain into pain and lit up a flame, just like a flame, clap!
Fresh oxygen.
I prayed once again, turning the burning pain into pain and lighting it like a flame, clap!
Yeah, fresh oxygen.
Fresh oxygen.
Burn, burn, if you want to burn, burn, burn, if you want to burn, burn, burn, if you want to burn, burn, burn. Look!
It flows in one direction, as if tilting. Even though my shoes separate from the flowing blood, I try to erase them even as I run to death.Why do I use a stone to erase them and push them up against the blood?
Thank you for your shameless jealousy. I can't digest flow, a language that no longer has anything to do with me.
Every time someone becomes a signboard, they play on the beat. Yamamoto Daichi and his companions were putting a lot of food into their mouths.
Enjoy losing. There's so much in one life. I'm doing my own slimming job, and I'm doing better than anyone else.
Yeah, those guys who saw it bang like they're going through the wall! What are you doing? I can leave my previous job. I didn't have the courage to come to China, but this song makes me feel like I'm on my own ground.
The validation of the joke disappears due to the lyrics being overused. Burn, burn, pour out the oil without having time to shake it.
I feel a burnout syndrome that is still raging. Smoke standing in the sun, inhale and make up deeply.
I vomit and inflate it into a corona that peels off and dances around.
Once again, I turned the burning pain into pain and lit up a flame, just like a flame, clap!
Fresh oxygen.
Once again, I turned the burning pain into pain and lit it like a flame, clap! Yeah, fresh oxygen.
Fresh oxygen.