Текст и перевод песни Seeda - Sai Bai Man

Sai Bai Man

Streetのかけ具合で肥えるlike thug ホルモンバランス乱れたホモはポイ
クローンもボンみたく3世まで どのmotherも最後咲かせてやれ
マス目沿ってそびえる森ビル 根っこ痛んで腐ったら花散る
バッズのクローンで頭がアフロボン またたくまた咲くぞ
Hustle modeはハサミのプロ チチン 横枝葉っぱ切るぞ
この木何の木 気になる木(木になるshit!) みたことのある木ですな
ゴミもオイルかパルプハシンでpuff!...lye 学が無きゃ無視さurban farmer
なー人工太陽の下 日サロみてーに胸焦がしな

あいつ栽培マン？ちょーリリカル？
「おっと、服に枝がついている」
あいつ栽培マン？ちょーリリカル？
「サティバのサティアン示す宝のありか」

TOKYO地下水脈は絶え間なく循環1サイクル3mouth Born the buzz
Smoke like a Dutch taste good How muchそこそこ値つく
何Oz heavy weed国産のフェミニン鼻利かすエナミ―ヘイターのジェラシー勘ぐってbrig da shit
コンビニのお菓子こいつは女神かビッチか名前はメアリー ヘンリー王子もfavorite英国王室御用達のアロマテラピー
マンスリーBURSTの何月号？？ムツゴロウと愉快な仲間たち
Brand-new flavor生み出す非合法なファーマーオレンジのヘアーがチャーミング
誘惑するラマン ジャックと豆の木天辺はフルーツかフラワー もうちょいの我慢Hey wait brother

どんぶらこロックと根っこ多摩川ポチャン
どんぶらこ本音なトーク不法東京多摩川ポチャンどんぶらこ
虫がつくほどいい女に 虫をつかせないのが栽培マン
東京某マンションの一室 芳醇な芳香栽培マン
ハーベストまであとわずかです

Sai Bai Man

Like a thug on the streets, getting big off the hustle, I kick it, leaving those out of balance with their hormones in the dust
Clones like clones three generations deep, let's give every mother her final bloom
Like a towering forest on a grid, their roots rotting, their flowers soon to fade
Buds take hold, my head's an Afro of green, they'll bloom again and again
Hustle mode, I'm the scissor master, snipping off those unwanted leaves
This plant, what plant? You're wondering, it looks so familiar
Compost or paper pulp, it's all just waste...but lye, that's what urban farmers know
Under the artificial sun's rays, you're burning like a tan, dear

Is he a grower? Oh, so lyrical?
Hey there, you've got a branch on your shirt
Is he a grower? Oh, so lyrical?
Sativa strains, pointing to hidden treasures

TOKYO's underground water flows endlessly, a cycle every 3 months, a buzz is born
Smoke like a Dutchman, it tastes good, how much, not too bad
Ounces of heavy weed, domestic feminine, haters smell it, jealousy grows, they want to expose it
Like a goddess or a temptress, it's Mary, the favorite of Prince Henry, a royal aroma
What issue of BURST is this? Mutsu-Gorou and his friends having fun
A new flavor, born from the illegal farmers, with charming orange hairs
The fragrance of Raman, the beanstalk, is it fruit or flower at its peak? Just a little longer, wait brother

Plop, the rock and roots into the Tama River
Plop, the honest talk of illegality, into the Tama River, plop
The good women, the pests that come with them, the grower keeps the pests away
In a Tokyo apartment, a fragrant aroma, the grower
Harvest is almost here