Текст и перевод песни 呆伯特 - 老大不小

老大不小

看看我皮夾裡的提款卡
快到月底我又快沒錢啦
再忍耐一下 再堅持一下
以後驕傲說我是唱嘻哈
學會把苦悶全都哼成歌
怎麼唱出老大不小的心聲
一把破吉他 失戀彈著他
想到要見房東感到可怕

我住在 新莊區 我 homie 住在信義
我們在寫專輯 但好像沒人要聽
那也沒關係 不要垂頭喪氣
陪著我的有我的 baby 還有爛手機
我的ㄧ個模樣 我的ㄧ個夢想
Baby money 起碼我敢幻想
嗚 戴著墨鏡 開跑車
店裡放著我的歌
我的歌 寫給自己爽
我的歌 沒得金曲獎
我的歌 難聽沒話講
但你 還是 循環 播放

看看我皮夾裡的提款卡
快到月底我又快沒錢啦
再忍耐一下 再堅持一下
以後驕傲說我是唱嘻哈
學會把苦悶全都哼成歌
怎麼唱出老大不小的心聲
一把破吉他 失戀彈著他
想到要見房東感到可怕

Hey 不論命運怎麼配對
碰壁那就洗洗睡睡
辛苦再多也不會累
洗把臉 擦乾淚 每天 都最美
我的ㄧ個模樣 我的ㄧ個夢想
Baby money 起碼我敢幻想
嗚 戴著墨鏡 開跑車
店裡放著我的歌
我的歌 寫給自己爽
我的歌 沒得金曲獎
我的歌 難聽沒話講
但你 還是 循環 播放

看看我皮夾裡的提款卡
快到月底我又快沒錢啦
再忍耐一下 再堅持一下
以後驕傲說我是唱嘻哈
學會把苦悶全都哼成歌
怎麼唱出老大不小的心聲
一把破吉他 失戀彈著他
想到要見房東感到可怕

看看我皮夾裡的提款卡
快到月底我又快沒錢啦
再忍耐一下 再堅持一下
以後驕傲說我是唱嘻哈
學會把苦悶全都哼成歌
怎麼唱出老大不小的心聲
一把破吉他 失戀彈著他
想到要見房東感到可怕

Not So Young Anymore

Look at the ATM card in my wallet
It's almost the end of the month, and I'm almost out of money again
Just hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer
One day I'll proudly say I'm a hip-hop artist
Learning to hum all my blues into songs
How to sing the feelings of being not so young anymore
An old, broken guitar, I play it when I’m heartbroken
Thinking about seeing the landlord makes me scared

I live in Xinzhuang District, my homie lives in Xinyi
We’re writing an album, but no one seems to want to listen
It's okay, don't be discouraged
I have my baby and my crappy phone with me
My one look, my one dream
Baby, money, at least I can dream
Woo, wearing sunglasses, driving a sports car
My songs playing in the store
My songs, I write them for myself
My songs, no Golden Melody Awards
My songs, they’re not good, no question
But you still loop them

Look at the ATM card in my wallet
It's almost the end of the month, and I'm almost out of money again
Just hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer
One day I'll proudly say I'm a hip-hop artist
Learning to hum all my blues into songs
How to sing the feelings of being not so young anymore
An old, broken guitar, I play it when I’m heartbroken
Thinking about seeing the landlord makes me scared

Hey, no matter how fate pairs us up
If I hit a wall, I’ll just go to sleep
No matter how hard I work, I won't be tired
Wash my face, dry my tears, every day is the most beautiful
My one look, my one dream
Baby, money, at least I can dream
Woo, wearing sunglasses, driving a sports car
My songs playing in the store
My songs, I write them for myself
My songs, no Golden Melody Awards
My songs, they’re not good, no question
But you still loop them

Look at the ATM card in my wallet
It's almost the end of the month, and I'm almost out of money again
Just hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer
One day I'll proudly say I'm a hip-hop artist
Learning to hum all my blues into songs
How to sing the feelings of being not so young anymore
An old, broken guitar, I play it when I’m heartbroken
Thinking about seeing the landlord makes me scared

Look at the ATM card in my wallet
It's almost the end of the month, and I'm almost out of money again
Just hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer
One day I'll proudly say I'm a hip-hop artist
Learning to hum all my blues into songs
How to sing the feelings of being not so young anymore
An old, broken guitar, I play it when I’m heartbroken
Thinking about seeing the landlord makes me scared