Paper & Salt

prod. by NAPE BEAT Finally the weekend, dodging the grind Jealous of the swell, waves on my mind Meiji Dori shadows, Heisei vibes Tenjin-bayashi, skipping the tribes Words in the hustle, floating away Dawn breaks, spring wakes, new kind of day Kiwi flag waving, inbound tide High-brand slopes, nowhere to hide Capitalist trip, art with no soul Ditch the outer layer, taking a stroll Dinosaur watching, hunger is fed Tunnel to the subway, clearing my head Back to Tokyo Downtown, familiar ground Gritty reality, finally found Washed up in the city, unfamiliar crowd Half of my life now, the noise getting loud Hope and the gleam, it's a distant dream Caught in the trap, floating down the stream Enjoying the pain, the sentimental rain Nostalgia is feeding me, breaking the chain Windy app glowing, red on the coast Shedding the navy, Tokyo ghost Dodging the matrix, glass in the sky Terminal bus, watching 'em fly Wake at the rotary, history dead Neon is gone, just like I said Rice fields to housing, roof blown away Even the streetlights fading today Parasols gone, crumbling lot South swell asleep, giving all that I got River mouth breaking, far off the coast Dick Brewer board, riding the ghost Tetrapods looming, paddling hard Fighting the current, playing my card Washed up in the city, unfamiliar crowd Half of my life now, the noise getting loud Hope and the gleam, it's a distant dream Caught in the trap, floating down the stream Enjoying the pain, the sentimental rain Nostalgia is feeding me, breaking the chain Town is decaying, foundations sway Tide pulls me back, showing the way Currency shrine, paper deity Having an affair with the god Wadatsumi