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[verse]
まるで世界が変わってしまったようだな　赤の他人の話に情がわく
こりゃ歳のせい　いや気のせいか　俺自身が親になったせいか

達成感なんてないさ　惰性から出る歌詞書いてちゃだせえか　てか
分かってんだよ　キャッチ―気取った哀れなサビは身から出た錆

侘び寂びなんて気にしてないが　ひと匙たしかき混ぜて生まれる味　マジ
涙滴るしょっぺーソース　並々ならぬ　このペーソス

人は忘れてしまう薄れてしまうという宿命のもとで育った
だがいまだ疼くもんがある　腹に手据えりゃそれこそ へそだった

[Hook]
誰かと誰かと自分の絆　（まぶたに焼きついた横顔）
繋ぎとめてくれた命綱　（とある晴れた日の放課後）
歩んだ足取り　描いたこの地図は（導いてくれたコソアド）
進むべき道も（言えた言葉も）
もう今じゃ……

[verse]
なにが特別でなにが特別じゃないと区別できない時代もあった
未来もあったが見たいもんもあって　みんな期待を抱いた終いのアンサー

いくつも涙こぼしたが　一緒に　大切な何か落としたが
得るもんもあっただろうに　今じゃ「昔話だね」なんて馬鹿野郎

まったく何も聞いてない　頭になにも残ってない
自分で自分に怒ってない　変わろうなんて思ってない

こまねく手はいつもすべすべ　いつでも周りに「くれくれ」
空を仰いで「叱ってね」だって　今も甘えてねだってる

[verse]
嘘をまとう人生ならこんなに輝かないさ　この走馬灯
放課後の学校　オブラートごし見過ごす過去こそ全うする「　　」

喉でかかった言葉があるから　腹をくくるか胸を張るかって勝ったり願ったり
出なかったりでがっかり　かったりいが遥か彼方

気持ちも荒んでしまったSUNDAY　ゴミ箱漁って見つける明日明後日
明々後日　幸せにジタバタ生きてりゃ　じいちゃんばあちゃん

そう呼んであげられたのに　未来はページ上のアレゴリー
カテゴリーは悔やみきれない出会い　つまらないがつまりそれがメモリー

[Hook]
誰かと誰かと自分の絆　（まぶたに焼きついた横顔）
繋ぎとめてくれた命綱　（とある晴れた日の放課後）
歩んだ足取り　描いたこの地図は（導いてくれたコソアド）
進むべき道も（言えた言葉も）
もう今じゃ
[scratch]

[verse]
どんな花も所詮芽が出なきゃ当然no name
シャボン玉飛んだら屋根まで飛んで割れて　後にゃ何も残らん何ものにもなれんアホンダラのまんま

元々まともどころか心の窓の外 昨日一昨日も思いだせん 
老い衰え感じさせる今日この頃
ココソコアソコドコ

俺がオシメ湿らせていた頃からみな示し合わせ 教えてくれた使命・幸せ 
遺伝子型で否定したかねぇ　レーテンシ長めだが経験値高め

いくら夢見たって叶わない いくつ歳とろうが学ばない 
それでも構わない 人は簡単には変わらない　aight

愛燦々 荒療治 無理してでもペン取ろう　
型通りのライムは食わねど高楊枝 
宴も酣　3・3・7拍子

天国に届け 綻ぶモノローグ エンドロールにゃまだ早い
しょうもなくどうしようもなくエモーショナルになるshowも楽じゃない
そんじょそこらの道楽じゃない

ラップと出会って四半世紀　自己反省から生まれるanthem 
満を持して40の手前で描け最終章 何度もHIPHOPに再就職

書き連ねる this is my life 
いついつまでも 
freestyle is with HIPHOP！

[outro]
───────────────────────────────
[verse]
It feels like the world has changed somehow—
I find myself moved by stories of complete strangers.
Maybe it’s just age… or maybe not—
maybe it’s because I’ve become a parent myself.

No sense of accomplishment here—
writing lyrics out of inertia just feels lame… I know that.
That pitiful, “catchy”-pretending hook—
yeah, it’s rust born from within me.

I don’t really care about wabi-sabi,
but a pinch of it mixed in creates a certain flavor—seriously.
Tears dripping into a salty sauce,
this pathos is no ordinary measure.

We were raised under the fate
that people forget, that things fade away.
Yet something still aches inside—
if I place my hand on my gut, it’s right there… my navel.

[Hook]
The bonds between someone, someone, and myself
(a profile burned into my eyelids)
A lifeline that kept me connected
(on a certain sunny after-school day)
The footsteps I walked, the map I drew
(the “this and that” that guided me)
the path I should’ve taken 
（the words I could’ve said）… now)

[verse]
There was a time when I couldn’t tell
what was special and what wasn’t.
There was a future—but also things I wanted to see,
and in the end, everyone carried their expectations into the answer.

I shed countless tears,
and along the way lost something precious.
Surely I must have gained something too—
but now it’s just, “That was back then,” you idiot.

I haven’t listened to anything at all,
nothing remains in my head.
I’m not even angry at myself,
I don’t even think about changing.

These idle hands always smooth,
always reaching out, “give me, give me.”
Looking up at the sky, saying “scold me,”
still whining, still asking for more.

[verse]
If life were just wrapped in lies,
this phantasmagoria wouldn’t shine like this.
An after-school classroom—
the past I overlooked through a veil is what I should have fulfilled.

There are words caught in my throat,
so I brace myself—do I stand firm or puff my chest?
Winning, wishing,
failing to speak and feeling let down,
all drifting far, far away.

My spirit worn down on a Sunday,
digging through trash to find tomorrow, the day after—
and beyond that.
If I just keep struggling toward happiness,
I could’ve called them grandma and grandpa.

But now the future is just an allegory on a page.
The category: encounters I can’t fully regret—
it may be trivial, but that’s what memory is.

[verse]
Any flower, in the end,
if it never sprouts, it’s just no name.
A soap bubble flies up to the rooftop and bursts—
leaving nothing behind,
staying a fool who becomes nothing.

I wasn’t much to begin with—
outside the window of my heart,
I can’t even recall yesterday or the day before.
These days I feel the weight of aging—
here, there, everywhere… where?

Since the days I wet my diapers,
everyone conspired to show me
mission, happiness.
Did I deny it in my genetic code?
My latency may be long, but my experience runs deep.

No matter how much I dream, it won’t come true,
no matter how old I get, I won’t learn.
Still, that’s fine—
people don’t change so easily, aight.

Love shining everywhere, rough remedies—
I’ll pick up the pen even if I have to force it.
I may not eat those textbook rhymes,
but I’ll hold my pride high.
The feast at its peak—three-three-seven beats.

Let it reach heaven,
this unraveling monologue.
It’s still too early for the end credits.
It’s ridiculous, hopeless, emotional—
and even the show isn’t easy.
This isn’t some casual pastime.

It’s been a quarter century since I met rap,
an anthem born from self-reflection.
Just before forty,
I draw the final chapter—
re-employed by HIPHOP again and again.

Writing it all down—
this is my life.
Forever and always,
freestyle is with HIPHOP!

[outro]
───────────────────────────────
最後のverseを追加しつつ、verse3に思いっきりICE BAHN『SPECIAL THANKS』をぶつける。
私のHIPHOPを体現するための最後のピースだ。

最後のverseのLyricは書き下ろし。
ほぼ一筆書きのようなLyricで、リズムも何も気にせず一気呵成に書いた。それまでのPOPさを打ち消すつもりだったが、最後の最後はエンターテイメントに終わる。

さすがSUNO。分かってる〜って感じ。

ということで、
オジサンたちの私小説シリーズ。
これにて幕切れである。

今の私には他にも大事なものができた。
HIPHOPが実家ならIDOLは新しい家族だ。
養われる時代は終わり、自らの手で養っていく親としての矜持。

さぁ、ドロビィちゃんを探しに行くぞ！

"I added the final verse, and at the same time slammed ICE BAHN’s “SPECIAL THANKS” straight into Verse 3.
That was the last piece needed to embody my HIPHOP.

The lyrics for the final verse were written from scratch.
It’s almost like a single-stroke piece—written in one go without worrying about rhythm or structure. I meant for it to cancel out the pop feel up to that point, but in the very end, it still lands as entertainment.

That’s SUNO for you—it gets it.

And so,
the “old guys’ autobiographical series” comes to a close here.

Now, I’ve found other things that matter to me as well.
If HIPHOP is my hometown, then IDOL is my new family.
The era of being supported is over—now comes the pride of supporting others with my own hands, as a parent.

Alright—let’s go find Dolobi-chan!
"

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"A"esthetics "I"magration 「i.:d_olo_b:.i の創作作法を懇切丁寧にお届け！"A careful and thorough guide to the creative method of i.:d_olo_b:.i!"」　(είδωλ)ø https://suno.com/playlist/b88841b3-ead1-4af2-a22c-909f8e401164 ─────────────────────────────── Inspired　志人「LIFE」 Sampling（Intro&Outro）　SOUL'd OUT『イルカ』 Sampling（verse3）　ICE BAHN「SPECIAL THANKS」 [verse] まるで世界が変わってしまったようだな　赤の他人の話に情がわくこりゃ歳のせい　いや気のせいか　俺自身が親になったせいか達成感なんてないさ　惰性から出る歌詞書いてちゃだせえか　てか分かってんだよ　キャッチ―気取った哀れなサビは身から出た錆侘び寂びなんて気にしてないが　ひと匙たしかき混ぜて生まれる味　マジ涙滴るしょっぺーソース　並々ならぬ　このペーソス人は忘れてしまう薄れてしまうという宿命のもとで育っただがいまだ疼くもんがある　腹に手据えりゃそれこそへそだった [Hook] 誰かと誰かと自分の絆　（まぶたに焼きついた横顔）繋ぎとめてくれた命綱　（とある晴れた日の放課後）歩んだ足取り　描いたこの地図は（導いてくれたコソアド）進むべき道も（言えた言葉も）もう今じゃ…… [verse] なにが特別でなにが特別じゃないと区別できない時代もあった未来もあったが見たいもんもあって　みんな期待を抱いた終いのアンサーいくつも涙こぼしたが　一緒に　大切な何か落としたが得るもんもあっただろうに　今じゃ「昔話だね」なんて馬鹿野郎まったく何も聞いてない　頭になにも残ってない自分で自分に怒ってない　変わろうなんて思ってないこまねく手はいつもすべすべ　いつでも周りに「くれくれ」空を仰いで「叱ってね」だって　今も甘えてねだってる　 [Hook] 誰かと誰かと自分の絆　（まぶたに焼きついた横顔）繋ぎとめてくれた命綱　（とある晴れた日の放課後）歩んだ足取り　描いたこの地図は（導いてくれたコソアド）進むべき道も　（言えた言葉も）もう今じゃ…… [verse] 嘘をまとう人生ならこんなに輝かないさ　この走馬灯放課後の学校　オブラートごし見過ごす過去こそ全うする「　　」喉でかかった言葉があるから　腹をくくるか胸を張るかって勝ったり願ったり出なかったりでがっかり　かったりいが遥か彼方気持ちも荒んでしまったSUNDAY　ゴミ箱漁って見つける明日明後日明々後日　幸せにジタバタ生きてりゃ　じいちゃんばあちゃんそう呼んであげられたのに　未来はページ上のアレゴリーカテゴリーは悔やみきれない出会い　つまらないがつまりそれがメモリー [Hook] 誰かと誰かと自分の絆　（まぶたに焼きついた横顔）繋ぎとめてくれた命綱　（とある晴れた日の放課後）歩んだ足取り　描いたこの地図は（導いてくれたコソアド）進むべき道も（言えた言葉も）もう今じゃ [scratch] [verse] どんな花も所詮芽が出なきゃ当然no name シャボン玉飛んだら屋根まで飛んで割れて　後にゃ何も残らん何ものにもなれんアホンダラのまんま元々まともどころか心の窓の外昨日一昨日も思いだせん老い衰え感じさせる今日この頃ココソコアソコドコ俺がオシメ湿らせていた頃からみな示し合わせ教えてくれた使命・幸せ遺伝子型で否定したかねぇ　レーテンシ長めだが経験値高めいくら夢見たって叶わないいくつ歳とろうが学ばないそれでも構わない人は簡単には変わらない　aight 愛燦々荒療治無理してでもペン取ろう　型通りのライムは食わねど高楊枝宴も酣　3・3・7拍子天国に届け綻ぶモノローグエンドロールにゃまだ早いしょうもなくどうしようもなくエモーショナルになるshowも楽じゃないそんじょそこらの道楽じゃないラップと出会って四半世紀　自己反省から生まれるanthem 満を持して40の手前で描け最終章何度もHIPHOPに再就職書き連ねる this is my life いついつまでも freestyle is with HIPHOP！ [outro] ─────────────────────────────── [verse] It feels like the world has changed somehow— I find myself moved by stories of complete strangers. Maybe it’s just age… or maybe not— maybe it’s because I’ve become a parent myself. No sense of accomplishment here— writing lyrics out of inertia just feels lame… I know that. That pitiful, “catchy”-pretending hook— yeah, it’s rust born from within me. I don’t really care about wabi-sabi, but a pinch of it mixed in creates a certain flavor—seriously. Tears dripping into a salty sauce, this pathos is no ordinary measure. We were raised under the fate that people forget, that things fade away. Yet something still aches inside— if I place my hand on my gut, it’s right there… my navel. [Hook] The bonds between someone, someone, and myself (a profile burned into my eyelids) A lifeline that kept me connected (on a certain sunny after-school day) The footsteps I walked, the map I drew (the “this and that” that guided me) the path I should’ve taken （the words I could’ve said）… now) [verse] There was a time when I couldn’t tell what was special and what wasn’t. There was a future—but also things I wanted to see, and in the end, everyone carried their expectations into the answer. I shed countless tears, and along the way lost something precious. Surely I must have gained something too— but now it’s just, “That was back then,” you idiot. I haven’t listened to anything at all, nothing remains in my head. I’m not even angry at myself, I don’t even think about changing. These idle hands always smooth, always reaching out, “give me, give me.” Looking up at the sky, saying “scold me,” still whining, still asking for more. [Hook] The bonds between someone, someone, and myself (a profile burned into my eyelids) A lifeline that kept me connected (on a certain sunny after-school day) The footsteps I walked, the map I drew (the “this and that” that guided me) the path I should’ve taken （the words I could’ve said）… now [verse] If life were just wrapped in lies, this phantasmagoria wouldn’t shine like this. An after-school classroom— the past I overlooked through a veil is what I should have fulfilled. There are words caught in my throat, so I brace myself—do I stand firm or puff my chest? Winning, wishing, failing to speak and feeling let down, all drifting far, far away. My spirit worn down on a Sunday, digging through trash to find tomorrow, the day after— and beyond that. If I just keep struggling toward happiness, I could’ve called them grandma and grandpa. But now the future is just an allegory on a page. The category: encounters I can’t fully regret— it may be trivial, but that’s what memory is. [Hook] The bonds between someone, someone, and myself (a profile burned into my eyelids) A lifeline that kept me connected (on a certain sunny after-school day) The footsteps I walked, the map I drew (the “this and that” that guided me) the path I should’ve taken （the words I could’ve said） now [verse] Any flower, in the end, if it never sprouts, it’s just no name. A soap bubble flies up to the rooftop and bursts— leaving nothing behind, staying a fool who becomes nothing. I wasn’t much to begin with— outside the window of my heart, I can’t even recall yesterday or the day before. These days I feel the weight of aging— here, there, everywhere… where? Since the days I wet my diapers, everyone conspired to show me mission, happiness. Did I deny it in my genetic code? My latency may be long, but my experience runs deep. No matter how much I dream, it won’t come true, no matter how old I get, I won’t learn. Still, that’s fine— people don’t change so easily, aight. Love shining everywhere, rough remedies— I’ll pick up the pen even if I have to force it. I may not eat those textbook rhymes, but I’ll hold my pride high. The feast at its peak—three-three-seven beats. Let it reach heaven, this unraveling monologue. It’s still too early for the end credits. It’s ridiculous, hopeless, emotional— and even the show isn’t easy. This isn’t some casual pastime. It’s been a quarter century since I met rap, an anthem born from self-reflection. Just before forty, I draw the final chapter— re-employed by HIPHOP again and again. Writing it all down— this is my life. Forever and always, freestyle is with HIPHOP! [outro] ─────────────────────────────── 最後のverseを追加しつつ、verse3に思いっきりICE BAHN『SPECIAL THANKS』をぶつける。私のHIPHOPを体現するための最後のピースだ。最後のverseのLyricは書き下ろし。ほぼ一筆書きのようなLyricで、リズムも何も気にせず一気呵成に書いた。それまでのPOPさを打ち消すつもりだったが、最後の最後はエンターテイメントに終わる。さすがSUNO。分かってる〜って感じ。ということで、オジサンたちの私小説シリーズ。これにて幕切れである。今の私には他にも大事なものができた。 HIPHOPが実家ならIDOLは新しい家族だ。養われる時代は終わり、自らの手で養っていく親としての矜持。さぁ、ドロビィちゃんを探しに行くぞ！ "I added the final verse, and at the same time slammed ICE BAHN’s “SPECIAL THANKS” straight into Verse 3. That was the last piece needed to embody my HIPHOP. The lyrics for the final verse were written from scratch. It’s almost like a single-stroke piece—written in one go without worrying about rhythm or structure. I meant for it to cancel out the pop feel up to that point, but in the very end, it still lands as entertainment. That’s SUNO for you—it gets it. And so, the “old guys’ autobiographical series” comes to a close here. Now, I’ve found other things that matter to me as well. If HIPHOP is my hometown, then IDOL is my new family. The era of being supported is over—now comes the pride of supporting others with my own hands, as a parent. Alright—let’s go find Dolobi-chan! "

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LIFE - SPECIAL THANKS -

LIFE　- SPECIAL THANKS -