歌词
(Verse 1)
In the land of rising suns, where blossoms bloom,
We’re taught to chase the paper, to fill up every room.
From ancient scrolls to neon signs, the pressure’s on our backs,
Math equations, violin strings, and stacks on stacks.
But wait, hold up, let’s rewind the scene,
Is this the only path? Is this what it means?
To be Asian, to be taught, that wealth is the key,
Well, I’ve got a different tune, come and listen to me.
(Chorus)
We’re more than just numbers, more than dollar signs,
Our heritage is woven in silk threads and rhymes.
From sunrise mornings to moonlit nights,
We’re not just here to hustle, we’re here to take flight.
(Verse 2)
Mom said, “Study hard, my child, don’t settle for less,
Be a doctor, engineer, or wear that business dress.
” But what about the poets, the dreamers, the cooks?
The ones who find magic in old comic books?
So I’ll write my own story, with ink made of rice,
I’ll dance to my rhythm, break the mold, break the ice.
From samurai tales to bubble tea sips,
I’ll redefine success, with my own funky flips.
(Chorus)
We’re more than just numbers, more than dollar signs,
Our heritage is woven in silk threads and rhymes.
From sunrise mornings to moonlit nights,
We’re not just here to hustle, we’re here to take flight.
(Bridge)
I’ll drive my Honda Civic down neon-lit streets,
Blasting lo-fi beats, tapping my feet.
Sushi rolls and kimchi fries, fusion in my veins,
I’ll be rich in laughter, in love, and in rain.
(Chorus)
We’re more than just numbers, more than dollar signs,
Our heritage is woven in silk threads and rhymes.
From sunrise mornings to moonlit nights,
We’re not just here to hustle, we’re here to take flight.
(Outro)
So raise your chopsticks high, toast to the moon,
To being Asian, unapologetic, and out of tune.
We’ll build bridges, not just skyscrapers tall,
For richness lies in stories, in love, and in all.
