Bayside Dream

(JIGG ノビートガキキタイナ)

高く並んでるビルより工場の方を遠くを見る (South Side)
おろしたての kicks それ自慢する kids
朝に起きて 昼 夜も寝ずに deal
金を洗ったキッチン
ドラッグのディーラーだった隣人
そこを抜けるのに必死
夢見る Bayside (夢見る Bayside) そう 夢見る

俺ら Bayside 出身 潮風錆びる夕陽
口より手が出ちゃう友人 シノギは恐喝が中心
港町出て cruising 葉巻をカットして blazing
クルーザーの上で poppin' それでも酔わねぇ
祖父母が地元で美容室床屋を経営してたし
俺だって0.1ミリまで flow にあるこだわり
Ah ただ好きに生きてただけ ただ好きに (ただ好きに)
昔諦めたサッカーだけど rapper になったら
呼ばれたぜフロンターレの開幕戦での始球式へ
一球目なら外したよ 二球目蹴りたくて
それは冗談だけど俺以外は外せねぇ
可愛くてどうしようもない娘も生まれて
Mic の前 Rec 中も娘を抱いてる
沈んだとしても何度も fly
こいつで稼いでんだよ ガキのミルク代

高く並んでるビルより工場の方を遠くを見る (South Side)
おろしたての Kicks それ自慢する kids
朝に起きて 昼 夜も寝ずに deal
金を洗ったキッチン
ドラッグのディーラーだった隣人
そこを抜けるのに必死
夢見る Bayside (夢見る Bayside) そう 夢見る

徐々に深くなる夢で
鮮明に見えてた口径は忘れねぇ
1万人の客が上げてる歓声
その歓声のせいで起こされ仕事へ
繰り返し同じで
準備する急いで
今日も混むバス停 絡まるイヤホン
憂鬱な気持ちなら汗で流して
スタジオに向かってる 作業着のままで
クソみてぇな日 抜けたし楽しんで
昔話ならする必要ねぇ
今が最高で更新する best life
小さいあの子たちも夢見る Bayside
夢は平等に見る物だぜ当然
誰かに邪魔されるものじゃないぜ
尖ったあの目のあの通りの子
そのあの子が夢見る今日

高く並んでるビルより工場の方を遠くを見る (South Side)
おろしたての Kicks それ自慢する kids
朝に起きて 昼 夜も寝ずに deal
金を洗ったキッチン
ドラッグのディーラーだった隣人
そこを抜けるのに必死
夢見る Bayside (夢見る Bayside) そう 夢見る

今 Bayside の埠頭を背に
空の上をダチと飛び立ってる
数奇の運命に囲まれて
空の軽いランドセルからもう経つ何年
今じゃ背に背負ってる hood へ向け歌ってる
今じゃ flex しても誰も驚かねぇし
逆に夢に追われて逃げ出せねぇ
LA で Rec していた時 グランマが去る知らせを聞く
葬式の日も当たり前の様に live してる
皮肉な話止まりゃ飲まれる だから続ける償いと祈り
この街と繋いでる chain
Hood 吹く風なら時に命すら奪い去る wow
色あせる Yellow Tape 咲いては散ったコーナーの花畑 wow
夢叶えてまた誰かの夢になる今日
埋立地にいつか骨を埋めて咲き誇る
港に浮かんじゃ消える
あの子の思いのせ 継がれてく夢

高く並んでるビルより工場の方を遠くを見る
おろしたての Kicks それ自慢する kids
朝に起きて 昼 夜も寝ずに deal
金を洗ったキッチン
ドラッグのディーラーだった隣人
そこを抜けるのに必死
夢見る Bayside (夢見る Bayside) そう 夢見る

[Chorus: T-Pablow]
Looking farther toward the factory than the tall buildings (South Side)
Freshly unloaded Kicks Kids bragging about it
Up in the morning, noon and night, Deal without sleep
The kitchen where I washed the money
Neighbor who used to be a drug dealer
I'm struggling to get out of there
Dreaming in the bayside, dreaming in the bayside
So dreaming

[Verse 1: T-Pablow]
We're from the Bay Side, the sunset rusting in the sea breeze
A friend who's got more hands than mouths My livelihood is mainly еxtortion
Cruising out of the port town Cutting cigars and blazing
Poppin' on a cruiser, but still not drunk
My grandparents ownеd a hair salon and barber shop in my hometown
I'm a stickler for the Flow, down to the last millimeter
I'm just living my life the way I want to
I gave up soccer a long time ago, but when I became a Rapper
I got called up
I was invited to throw out the first pitch at Frontale's opening game
I missed the first pitch. I wanted to kick the second one
That's a joke, but I'm the only one who can miss
I've got this beautiful little girl
I'm in front of the microphone, I'm holding her in my arms
I'm sinking and I'm flying again and again
This is how I make my money... for the kid's milk

[Chorus: T-Pablow]
Looking farther toward the factory than the tall buildings (South Side)
Freshly unloaded kicks Kids bragging about it
Up in the morning, noon and night, Deal without sleep
The kitchen where I washed the money
Neighbor who used to be a drug dealer
I'm struggling to get out of there
Dreaming in the bayside, dreaming in the bayside
So dreaming

[Verse 2: Tiji Jojo]
In a dream that gets deeper and deeper
I'll never forget the sight that I saw so clearly
Ten thousand people screaming and cheering
I was woken up by the cheers, and I went to work
It's the same thing over and over again
I get ready... in a hurry
Bus stop crowded again today, earphones tangled
If you're feeling depressed, sweat it out
I'm heading to the studio, still in my work clothes
I'm out of this shitty day, so enjoy it
If you want to talk about the past, we don't have to
It's the best of times and the best of life
Even the little ones are dreaming of the Bay Side
We're all equal in our dreams, right?
Don't let no one stand in your way
That kid on the street with the pointy eyes
That little kid's dreaming today

[Chorus: T-Pablow]
From the tall buildings that line the street I'm looking farther toward the factory (South Side)
Kicks that are freshly unloaded Kids who boast about it
Up in the morning, noon and night, Deal without sleep
The kitchen where I washed the money
Neighbor who used to be a drug dealer
I'm struggling to get out of there
Dreaming in the bayside, dreaming in the bayside
So dreaming

[Verse 3: Benjazzy]
I'm on the Bay Side with my back to the pier
I'm flying with my friends in the sky
Surrounded by a strange fate
How many years have passed since my empty, light school bag
Now I'm carrying it on my back I'm singing to Hood
No one would be surprised if I did Flex now
On the contrary, I can't run away from my dreams
When I was recording in LA
I heard the news of my grandma's passing
Even on the day of the funeral, we're still performing as if it's normal
Ironically, if you stop, you'll get caught up
That's why I continue to make amends and pray
The chain that connects us to this town
If the wind blows through the hood, sometimes it takes away even life
Fading yellow tape
A field of flowers in the corner that bloomed and fell
Today I'll make my dream come true and become someone else's dream again
Someday I'll bury my bones in a landfill and bloom
Float to the harbor and disappear
That girl's thoughts and dreams will be passed down

[Chorus: T-Pablow]
Looking farther toward the factory than the tall buildings (South Side)
Kicks that are freshly unloaded Kids who boast about it
Up in the morning, noon and night, Deal without sleep
The kitchen where I washed the money
Neighbor who used to be a drug dealer
I'm struggling to get out of there
Dreaming in the bayside, dreaming in the bayside
So dreaming