[Intro] [high-pitched female vocal sample loops] Kimi wa, kimi wa, kimi wa, kimi wa, kimi wa, kimi wa, kimi wa, kimi wa (ah-ah-ah-ah) [record scratch] Yeah, Moss Jeff [drum beat enters with piano riff] Kikomon [Chorus] [female vocals and male rap] Kikomon, world where the sun keeps glowing On the train tracks nowhere else to go Everybody act up till the night gets cold And they talk to the moon like it answers so Kikomon [string section swells] City lights blur fast, all my childhood memories still trapped in the glass Facts [Verse 1] [male rap, boom-bap drums] Kikomon, Kikomon, Kikomon, yeah, yeah I grew up on late night anime and cheap ramen Small room box fan, dreams bigger than the apartment Cable box flickering blue on the wall at night Kikomon taught me lonely kids still survive the fight That hit different, outside smelled like rain and exhaust pipes Inside I was drawing whole universes all night By night, mama said boy you need sleep, I said not yet Too busy trying to escape the world through a headset God damn, now everybody want to monetize nostalgia Sell depression back packaged inside products Meanwhile Kikomon still running through my bloodstream Same kid just older with bills and nicotine [Verse 2] [female vocals enter with melodic strings] Funny how the heroes always look exhausted Eyes half open like survival got costly, that's real [male rap resumes] I seen grown men lose themselves for approval Whole personality turned algorithm neutral Meanwhile, I'm still trying to make art feel human Drums too loud, so too raw, so too raw for the movement [Chorus] [full arrangement] Kikomon, world where the sun keeps glowing Every broken hallway got a place called home Everybody leaves but the stars stay close All the best memories hurt the fucking most Kikomon All the stars look cracked, whole damn childhood trying to learn how to act [Verse 3] [piano and strings] Change doors closing, heart still open Tokyo dreams mixed with Massachusetts hopeless Fast food dinners, midnight winters In and out friends felt more real than my relatives did This crazy, Kikomon posters thumbtacked to the wall Learned more from fiction than the teachers in the halls It's painful, cause nobody tells boys how to feel fear They just say man up till the inside disappears So we hide inside samples, loops and aesthetics Old VHS warmth and emotional addicts [drum fill] Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom [Outro] [anime violin melody] Bedtimes with the anime violins Whole soundtrack sound like survival and cigarettes I don't want to fake deep, I just want truth Something kids hear alone in their room like proof That they not weird, that they not broken That somebody else survived the same emotion [female vocal sample fades out] Kikomon, Kikomon, Kikomon, Kikomon [record scratch] Moss Jeff
