Lyrics and translation CHANGMO - Maestro

Maestro

다섯살때부터 나는 피아노를 쳤어, 영재였지
베토벤부터 모짜르트 바흐 쇼팽, 선배였지
허나 나난 걸 접고서 가사를 썼어, 열넷이였지
난 이게 참 좋아 그건 못 벌어 그 새끼들 모두 엿먹어
베르사체 무한리필 drank, 그게 내 1악장
Maserati car 하얀색 대리석 house, 그게 내 2악장
Mic는 바로 나의지휘봉
불러 maestro maestro (maestro, maestro)
불러 maestro maestro, oh

사실 수트바지보다 내려쳐입는게 훨 더 나
점잖떠는거는 못해 그냥 외쳐버려 돈 쌓자
부자들은 거의 겉으론 젠틀해
건희씨는 칭호 노창씨는 성을 떼요
방금 나의 라인을 듣고
너는 말해 내가 fucked up
허나 이 삶에 locked up 될바엔
일을 벌릴테야 리스크를 향해 첨벙
비닐속안 피아노 꿈꾸던 이는
그걸 치며 살기 위해선 돈이 숨구멍임을
알고서 악보따윈 동네 땅에 큰 구덩이를
파 묻고 선언했지 내 자신이
Classic임을 딱 박아둬
내게 소나타는 오직 차 그것따윈
Never 생각안해
날 비춰라 all of the lights
지금 내 symphony 1악장의
끝이났어 fuck 다 카포
절대로 없어 난 돌아갈일
박수 no no 2악장 play
할렐루야

다섯살때부터 나는 피아노를 쳤어, 영재였지
베토벤부터 모짜르트 바흐 쇼팽, 선배였지
허나 나난 걸 접고서 가사를 썼어, 열넷이였지
난 이게 참 좋아 그건 못 벌어, 그 새끼들 모두 엿먹어
베르사체, 무한리필 drank, 그게 내 1악장
Maserati car, 하얀색 대리석 house, 그게 내 2악장
Mic는 바로 나의지휘봉
불러 maestro maestro (maestro, maestro)
불러 maestro maestro, oh

Hash hash hash hash hashtag 돈벌어
흠 Hash hash hash hash hashtag
좀처럼 나오지 않는 영재
Shout out to kubrick
Shout out to 파우스트 괴테
Shout out to michael tyson
Shout out to 고흐 warhol casso
그리고 내 이름을 박길
Woah 한국 아인슈타인, 노멀한 애들이 엿먹여
하지만 i dont give a fuck
Son imma fuck you up, 여기가 무덤이라 적긴 일러
내 예술의 전당은 club 야 불러 날 마에스트로
그럼 난 그렇게 불려 내 계급으론
백건우 카라얀 work위한 정도를 걸을수 없으니
Deepflow꺼 섞어 잘 어울려
내가 쳐먹었네 2nd round, 클래식 용어론 끝 2악장
내 이런 이력 좋데 내 여잔, 'Piano와 랩을 함'
난 있어 전용 orchestra, 키보드 고장난 맥북과
내겐 위인 아닌 갓 세종과 연주해 내 삶

다섯살때부터 나는 피아노를 쳤어, 영재였지
베토벤부터 모짜르트 바흐 쇼팽, 선배였지
허나 나난 걸 접고서 가사를 썼어, 열넷이였지
난 이게 참 좋아 그건 못 벌어, 그 새끼들 모두 엿먹어
베르사체, 무한리필 drank, 그게 내 1악장
Maserati car, 하얀색 대리석 house, 그게 내 2악장
Mic는 바로 나의지휘봉
불러 maestro maestro (maestro, maestro)
불러 maestro maestro, oh

Maestro

I've been playing the piano since I was five, I was a prodigy, you see
From Beethoven to Mozart, Bach to Chopin, they were my seniors, honey
But I put it all aside and started writing lyrics, when I was fourteen, honey
I love this so much, I can't make a living from it, so fuck all those kids
Versace, bottomless drank, that's my first movement
Maserati car, white marble house, that's my second movement
The mic becomes my baton
Call me maestro, maestro (maestro, maestro)
Call me maestro, maestro, oh

The truth is that I'm much better at sagging my pants than I am in a suit
I can't act serious, let's just shout it out, let's make some money
The rich are almost always outwardly gentle
Mr. Lee leaves out the honorifics, Mr. Noh drops his family name
You've just heard my lines
And you tell me I'm fucked up
But before I get locked up in this life
I'm gonna hustle, head first into the risk
The one who dreamed of the piano in the vinyl
To live playing it, I knew that money was life
And knowing that, I dug a big hole in the ground in my neighborhood
And buried the sheet music, declaring myself
A classic, for sure
To me, the only sonata is a car, something like that
Never thought about it
Shine on me, all of the lights
My symphony's first movement is over
Fuck da capo
There's no way I'm going back
No applause, no, play the second movement
Hallelujah

I've been playing the piano since I was five, I was a prodigy, you see
From Beethoven to Mozart, Bach to Chopin, they were my seniors, sweetheart
But I put it all aside and started writing lyrics, when I was fourteen, my love
I love this so much, I can't make a living from it, so fuck all those kids
Versace, bottomless drank, that's my first movement
Maserati car, white marble house, that's my second movement
The mic becomes my baton
Call me maestro, maestro (maestro, maestro)
Call me maestro, maestro, oh

Hash hash hash hash hashtag money
Hmm, hash hash hash hash hashtag
A prodigy that rarely appears
Shout out to Kubrick
Shout out to Faust, Goethe
Shout out to Michael Tyson
Shout out to Gogh, Warhol, Casso
And put my name in bold
Woah, Korean Einstein, normal kids suck
But I don't give a fuck
Son, I'll fuck you up, they should engrave it on my tombstone
My art temple is the club, call me maestro
Then I'll be called that, my rank is
I can't walk to the extent of Baek Geon-woo and Karajan
Mix it up with Deepflow, it goes well together
I ate it, second round, the end of the second movement in classical terms
My record's so good, my girlfriend, 'Plays piano and raps'
I have my own orchestra, a broken keyboard and a MacBook
To me, not a great man, but God, Sejong, and play my life

I've been playing the piano since I was five, I was a prodigy, you see
From Beethoven to Mozart, Bach to Chopin, they were my seniors, honey
But I put it all aside and started writing lyrics, when I was fourteen, my love
I love this so much, I can't make a living from it, so fuck all those kids
Versace, bottomless drank, that's my first movement
Maserati car, white marble house, that's my second movement
The mic becomes my baton
Call me maestro, maestro (maestro, maestro)
Call me maestro, maestro, oh