山下達郎 (Tatsuro Yamashita)
wannabe
[Intro (Tatsuro Yamashita, $NOWDAY)]
Aoi suiheisen o ima kake nuketeku (Jack Brodie made this)
Togisumasareta toki no nagare kanjite
Ah, tokimeki e to ugoki dasu sekai wa
Wasure kaketeta toi yume no otozure (Aye, yeah, aye, aye, aye, yeah)
[Verse 1 ($NOWDAY)]
I hate this fake boy rap shit
Just wanna be hard boy catshit
I’ma play this wannabe card
These vocal crimes I committed, ha, ha
Yeah, I’m ‘finna be real
Ain’t lil’ runner for the fields
Ain’t tryin’ none of these pills
Ain’t stuck on none of these bills
But I’m given batshit will
Yeah, I got dibs of a filth
Uh, put me on the mic
Won’t rap about who I don’t fight
And I’ll tell you who I might
‘Cause I’m real and I wanna stay with it
No times have I try and pivot
Away from myself, aye
Pivot away from myself, yeah
Put my ideas on a shelf and listen to everyone else
I’m just fine
Don’t deal my line
[Verse 2 (Jack Brodie)]
Ackee masai
Ackee masai like I’m eating Jamaican
Dem man a Pagan
Doing up statements
[?] I get annotations, think I need a patent
Tell her be patient, guys from the ends, from the Thyme, man patient
Blud too amazing, eloquent phrasing, got more praising
Too much ratings, still on the pavement
(What you know ‘bout ends?) Not finish
(What you know ‘bout food?) Not spinach
(What you know ‘bout pictures?) Not image
(Don’t know ‘bout snitch?) That’s Quidditch
(What you know ‘bout [?]) Not Civic
(What you know ‘bout splash?) Not spillage
(What you know ‘bout Thyme?) Not minutes
(What you know ‘bout points?) Not privilege
Fashion bloggers tryna stop me in the street
Look at all these strangers asking where I got these ACGs
Got that palace on me, Japanese cheese
Pushing Rubchinskiy, call it statement peace
[Verse 3 ($NOWDAY)]
Don’t deal my line, like you give a dime to help me
Yes we living healthy, on that green mean money making machine
Bitch at a [?], landed like a laser beam to the eye
Rays get fried, not no smokers high, reap the time, half past
We smoking, right, of course, we ain’t smoking light
Four grams in the joint at night, ain’t that right, ain’t that right, aye!
[Outro (Unknown Artist)]
Jack Brody no tanoshii beat