霓虹在滴血，輪胎在尖叫

低音像鐵鏈，拖著我下墜

后視鏡里，月亮碎成三瓣

我把靈魂，賣給凌晨三點(diǎn)的鼓點(diǎn)

一腳油門，城市裂開成深淵

手機(jī)屏在閃，是她未讀的晚安

我把痛苦拌進(jìn)808的漩渦

讓心跳，和離合器一起打顫

這一夜，沒有剎車，只有回聲

在Phonk的棺材里，我反復(fù)埋葬自己

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Happy Hare bounce in the low-rider moon,

neon ears flick to the 808 boom;

jungle juice drip from a snare that’s cracked,

subway shadows got my whiskers phased back.

Night’s a roulette, tail spin, gold chrome,

phaser on the hat like I’m paging the unknown.

Kick drum hops—count it, one-two dare,

everybody follow the ghost of the hare.

Laugh in the reverb, paws up, stay wild,

speed of the thought in the eyes of a child.