Maybe feel like going psycho in the streets Take my wits right with me but they don’t own me
Step out to the city, but’cha don’t know me I’m the kind to ease your mind by taking ya to the graveyard! You kinda ki ni naru、lookin’ like I don’t sleep enough!Ī tekitou na rendezvous？ We’re bound to stray far Ima anata no tonari ni shinigami ga imasu yo If you're interested in translating regularly as part of the LN Team, check out the application details on our About / Recruitment page.(Dead Beats, Swinging Now, Outta Control!) You can join the LN Community and meet other translators on our Discord. ☆ Please note: If accepted, your translation will be credited as an LN Community submission, where other members can provide input and submit improvements. Submissions reposting someone else's work without permission will be denied. Submissions from automated translation services will be denied.ĭo not copy unofficial translations from other sites. * What is the source of your translation? (Personal, official subtitles, etc.)ĭo not submit auto-translated content. Please ensure that the number of lines in each paragraph match the original lyrics whenever possible. If you are interested in becoming a community translation checker for your language, please get in touch via our official Discord!) (If your language is not listed, we are currently unable to accept it at this time.
It’s how we stay alive!!Īlright ladies, pack it up! See you next Tuesday. Proving I won’t die here, you ain’t dyin’ either! Strummin’ that guitar to the rhythm that just You ain’t gonna die on me, we gotta stay alive!!! (If you guys move another fucking livestream in the name of making good music, I ain’t gonna let you hear the end of it!) Sick as hell, can’t ya tell? That my voice just up and… died.” Keep stressin’, depressin’ and leavin’ em’ guessin’ Gimme gimme that pressure and apprehension! Mark where your head is in, not where your past is, So we don’t wanna half-ass this, playin’ to the masses You ain’t gonna die on me, we gotta stay aliveĮven songs of love bring emotion that just Gone real fast, make it last, no flash, better take that “selfy.” With the make-up, glamour n’ style you can fake you gangster a little while, Not by a long shot when you’re hot, gotta take the heatĭon’t let it burn ya though, because the streets demand ya stay tough. What’cha on, anon? It goes on and on and on and off switch, for opinions? “You got a whack-ass-sound” a little more, profound please
You got somethin’ to say? Ya better say it loud In the worst case, hang around same shit underground Write a first-rate banger like I know we can! Rockin’ rockin’ out, rap and rock and roll!Īlright, so hold up, like what’s the plan? Strumming that guitar to the rhythm that just Rockin’ rockin’ out, rap and rock and roll (Bow-chika-wow-chika-wow-chika-wow-chika-wow-chika bow down to)īut don’t you get it twisted, you’re the one that’s in control! Who’s the one that cha’ bow-chika-wow-chika bowing down to? Ya can’t dance around it, they’ll just tir you down! Wanna play like you “shy” like you so ain’t the guy, Second-hand telecaster, pats on the back for the boys in the band, sup, yaho~! Post all-nighter eight o’clock, hangin’ tough Yeah, baby! This is what I’m talking about!
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