Lyrics and translation
Original
反り付かれるジャンキー 音を捌く売人 高くなってく 税金 腕につけるAP だけど時間はわからねえ 行ったり来たり時差ボケ 見える先のこと まで 俺は行けるどこまで 上に上がるケーキ バッグに詰める現金 俺らの手の調子 落 ち込んでも平気 上がり下がり気にしねえ 当たりばかり言い続け 後ろ指を刺され て 歩いてきたぜここまで 有名にしたぜ俺らとこの誰か闇もこの街 先輩たちがよそ に行くと地元聞かれ川崎って言うと お前たちのことで話出ては誇らしい ありがたいぜ同じ 境 遇のやつお菓子で励まし yeah 金に代わり嘘はつかずこんな職業ないぜハードな環境だったとしても願う同じライスで 刺激 求め次に向かう君にすれば最低 治安の悪い場所に今もいるこれはなんで リアル しいくらいの値段のチップを浴びせる 彼女たちはもっと求め俺に媚びてる 小芝くらい太いweed俺ら巻いて 吸ってば吐いて 反り付かれるジャンキー 音を捌く売 人 高くなってく税金 腕に つけるAP だけど時間はわからねえ 行ったり来たり時差ボケ 見える先のことまで 俺は 行ける どこまで 上に上がるケーキ バッグに詰める現金 俺らの手の調子 落ち込んでも平 気 上がり下がり気にしねえ 当たりばかり言い続け 後ろ指を刺されて 歩いてきたぜここ まで 大師橋を降りて一三二の通り 毛髪新町のほうに向かって八幡森 起こす バズの波 余裕でしてるサーフィン 可愛いよこの勝利 音楽だけで勝利 夜中毎日鳴っ てたphone 三秒以内に出てたcall じゃなきゃあの人は怒る 昼に寝ては起きる夜 Bootsを渡しリキを 叩き感じなrapはそっちのけ 今じゃ代わり五本のjobに勝手にいとけ腰抜け 地元の景色を俺変えてく 世界に出て分けるrealかfake 真面目 なふりせずロールモデル お前もなれるさ 反り付かれるジャンキー 音を捌 く売人 高くなってく税金 腕につけるAP だけど時間はわからねえ 行ったり来たり 時差ボケ 見える先のことまで 俺は行けるどこまで 上に上がるケーキ バッグに詰める現 金 俺らの手の調子 落ち込んでも平気 上がり下がり気にしねえ 当たりばかり言い続 け 後ろ指を刺されて 歩いてきたぜここまで
English translation
A junkie who is warped, a dealer who deals with sounds, taxes are getting higher, an AP on my arm, but I don't know the time, I come and go, jet lag, I can't see as far as I can go, a cake that rises to the top, cash that I stuff into my bag, the condition of our hands, even when I'm down, I don't care, I don't care about the ups and downs, I keep saying hit and miss, I've been stabbed in the back, and I've come this far. We've made this city famous, and this someone is also dark. When our seniors go to other places, they ask us about our hometown, and when we say Kawasaki, we're proud. We're so proud. We're from the same situation. We cheer you up with sweets. Yeah, we don't lie in exchange for money. There's no job like this. Even if it's a tough environment, we'll give you the same rice you wish for. Even if it's a tough environment, you'll want to be stimulated and move on to the next one. Why are you still in this unsafe place? Why are you showering us with tips that are so realistic? They want more, they're flattering me We're weeds as thick as a small lawn We're suckers and spitters We're junkies who get bent over We're junkies who make noise The rising taxes The AP on my wrist But I don't know the time Back and forth, jet lag As far as I can see I can go How far can I go The cake goes up The cake goes up The cash I stuff into my bag The tone of our hands I don't care if I'm down I don't care about ups and downs I kept talking about success, got stabbed in the back, and walked all the way to here.I got off Daishibashi Bridge and headed towards Kemashinmachi, Yahatamori.The wave of buzz that wakes me up.The surfing I do in my spare time.The victory of this cute girl.The victory of the music alone.The phone that rang every day of the night.The call that came out within three seconds.Otherwise that person will get angry.I sleep during the day and wake up at night.I pass my boots to Riki.Ignore the rap that feels like hitting me. Now, I'm going to take my five jobs and change my local scenery.I'm going to go out into the world and divide it into real or fake.I'm a role model without pretending to be serious.You too can be a junkie who gets rejected, a salesman who deals with noise.Taxes are getting higher.AP on my wrist.But I don't know the time.I come and go, jet lag.As far as I can see, as far as I can go.The cake rises to the top, the cash I pack in my bag. The condition of our hands is okay even when we're down, we don't care about ups and downs, we just keep saying hit and miss, we've stung our fingers in the back and we've come this far.