Let me introduce myself, hi Mr. Gypsy
A shiny leather jacket
Carelessly hanging chains and guitar
Just like Kurt Cobain
Speakers on both sides with band sound
I’ll jump into the audience, bounce
We want the same thing, on top of the rhythm, rock the flow
There’s no up or down, just shake it

Don’t follow others, do your own thing
Leave alone the realistic things
Hey boys do you remember?
The first stage, the first feeling, come on

Why change your own color
Why chase your green dollar
You don’t know each other

People follow the world
Rehashing others
You keep looking around and your heart will change
You can’t rock the world like me

The source of your unhappiness increases one by one
You don’t know the reason but you put others down
Then you pretend it’s not like that
The problem is you, spit like a rock star
Remember when you sang songs non stop as a street musician
Take out the hot blooded mic once more

Don’t follow others, do your own thing
Leave alone the realistic things
Hey boys do you remember?
The first stage, the first feeling, come on

Why change your own color
Why chase your green dollar
You don’t know each other

People follow the world
Rehashing others
You keep looking around and your heart will change
You can’t rock the world like me

Open your eyes, open your eyes
Spit it out however you want now

Why change your own color
Why chase your green dollar
You don’t know each other

People follow the world
Rehashing others
You keep looking around and your heart will change
You can’t rock the world like me