Black And White Artist Mp by Chenyu Hua from Beijing China

black and white artist

composer: hua chenyu
lyricist: lyu yiqiu
arranger: hua chenyu, bernard zheng
producer: bernard zhang

<verse 1>
they said that i'm a clown, i'm funny even when i'm serious
so i hahahahaha
they said that a genius is a public enemy of the evolution
so i hahahaha
they know 18 styles of martial art and i can only make taichi moves
they have the seamless god-sent cloak and i'm a smart-ass
so i hahahahaha

<pre-chorus 1>
every day, there are thousands of fights
why battle like they will die, losing their souls?
they look so much like old relics
baring fangs and brandishing claws, yet they have no airtime
missing one , they'll be unsatisfied
i smile at such awkwardness

<chorus 1>
stop babbling, do what pleases you, don't be picky
i still have so much to do, i don't have time to fight or argue
no one is fantasizing: “look, how gentle this world is”
the ants in the mud, how can they understand the seagulls in the distant sky?
i don't have to yell this argument out

<verse 2>
they say that art is holy and an alien doesn't understand it
so i hahahahaha
their crafts are god-send, they are blue-blooded
so i hahahahaha

they said that it's all up to them to prove human progression
so i hahahahaha
they have child-like innocence and i'm pretending to be profound
so i hahahahaha

<pre-chorus 2>
every day, there are thousands of fights
why battle like they will die, losing their souls?
they look so much like old relics
baring fangs and brandishing claws, yet they have no airtime
missing one , they'll be unsatisfied
i smile at such awkwardness

<chorus 2>
stop babbling, do what pleases you, don't be picky
i still have so much to do, i don't have time to fight or argue
no one is fantasizing: “look, how gentle this world is”
the ants in the mud, how can they understand the sea-gulls in the distant sky?
i don't have to yell this argument out

<bridge>
i've pulled in my horns, and learned to yield for a long time
reasonable arguments- i accept them all
if you want to save the world, i'll cheer you on
do as you wish, up in the sky or down to the earth, there is no problem

<final chorus>
stop babbling, do what pleases you, don't be picky
i still have so much to do, i don't have time to fight or argue
no one is fantasizing: “look, how gentle this world is”
the ants in the mud, how can they understand the seagulls in the distant sky?
i don't have to yell this argument out
i don't care to yell at them
nanana nanananana
whoo woo, whoo woo

(end)