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Intro)
Uh, once upon a time, ah, shit
Verse 1)
Uh, I lived expressionlessly until I was around fifteen, sixteen
My eyes were like those of a beheaded fish. I just hoped
for school hours to pass. Hearing the question “What’s your dream?”
I racked my brain several times without finding an answer
As far as I remember, other kids were minding others too,((= Other kids wrote what their parents would want and be happy about.)) [choosing] the common
soccer player, doctor, or celebrity. Don’t write that thoughtlessly
Some guy said “[I’ll become] either a rich man or a gangster”
His words hit me hard, he was the most honest one
among us. I just want to become rich too
My mom doesn’t like my holey shoes either
It seems like when people are sad it’s always because of money, well
I was told that at the age of 3 people called me a genius, what an old story
My working mom, the house was empty after school
I did bad things everyday, saying it’s for my mom’s sake
No matter how I look at it, I’m an asshole. Hey, are y’all like that too?
In third year of middle school, I smoked cigarettes behind my friends’ backs
Hook)
Hey, it’s the best thing to have a lot of money and be well-off
No matter what you do, it’s meaningless if you starve
Hey, (maybe) it’s all a game of dice
Whack them on the ground or throw them up
x4)
They’re still turning
Verse 2)
After school: game room. When I had no money,
I uselessly lingered around outside without anything to do. Even after the sun had set
and it was pitch-black, I didn’t go home. Maybe it was since then
that I’ve been feeling like I was drifting. Guys who hit kids,
kids who were early interested in girls, kids who were the best at everything
I did not belong to any of them, what on earth is the talent
that I was given? They are wearing new shoes
every time, but why am I falling asleep every night
with the wish to avoid the next morning?
They ask me what my dream is but are they really asking?
I ask back: Heeeey, why do you care?
A good job? Because when you succeed you’ll meet pretty women?
That’s no proper reply for me
As I find fault in their words, they go, “What?” and tell me to hold out my cheeks
They have a blast hitting me, and I don’t even know the reason why
What can you teach me, you who accepted an envelope of money?
Hook)
Bridge)
So what do I do? Hmm … I don’t know
Shit, there should be something, like something damn fun
A job with which I can earn a lot, I should find it
at least before I turn twenty. Test papers
can’t scare me. They’re not even fun
The results of my aptitude test, fuck all that
If everyone has to live that way, then why on earth do it?
Why do it? While being stressed, time will have passed and be up
Hook)