The Last (마지막) [explicit]

A successful idol rapper behind the scenes
Weak self standing there, a bit dangerous
Depression, obsession, sometimes coming back
Hell, no, maybe that's my true self

Damn, huh, the discrepancy of reality
Conflict with ideals, my head hurts
Social phobia developed around eighteen
Yeah, around that time, my mind started to get corrupted

Sometimes I'm scared of myself too
Thanks to the depression that brought back self-hatred
Min Yoongi is already dead (I killed him)
Long ago, comparing dead passion and others became my daily life

The day I first went to see a psychiatrist, my parents came up
We received counseling together, my parents said they don't know me well
I don't even know myself well, then who would know?
Friends? Or you? No one knows me well

The doctor asked me (asked me)
(If I have any) (I do)
Without hesitation, I said
Yes, I have

Words I say like a habit, uh: I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck
All those words, uh, words trying to hide my weakness
At that time I want to erase, yeah, a day of performance where I can't even remember
People were scared, facing the me who hid in the bathroom

At that time, at that time
I thought success would compensate for everything
But, but
As time goes by, I feel like I'm becoming a monster

The success I exchanged for my youth wants even greater wealth
The greed that was my weapon now swallows me, hammering me and sometimes putting a noose around my neck
Some people tell me to swallow good and evil while shutting my mouth
I don't want it, they want me to leave this garden, shit

Shit, I get it, please stop
Since the source of all these things is me, I'll stop myself
If my unhappiness is your happiness, I'll gladly be unhappy
If the target of hatred is me, I'll step up to the guillotine

Since the source of all these things is me, I'll stop myself
If my unhappiness is your happiness, I'll gladly be unhappy
If the target of hatred is me, I'll step up to the guillotine
My fan, my homie, my fam, don't worry, I'm really okay now, damn

I denied my true self several times
My address is idol, I don't deny it
Several times, the agony of delving into my mind
At the end of wandering, there was no answer

I thought I sold out
My pride has now become my self-esteem
My fans, hold your heads high
Who does as much as me, uh

From Seiko to Rolex, from Axe to gymnastics
Tens of thousands nod at my gesture
Show Me The Money, it's not that I couldn't, it's that I didn't, shit
You who sold us out, it's not that you didn't, it's that you couldn't, shit

The roots of my creation have seen a world of sweetness, bitterness, and even shit
When I used to sleep on the bathroom floor, now it's a memory for me, uh, it's become a memory
The accident that happened during a delivery part-time job, the shoulder that was shattered
Debuting while holding back, you pretend to suffer in front of others

From Seiko to Rolex, from Axe to gymnastics
Tens of thousands nod at my gesture
Born of resentment, uh, look at me clearly, uh
You who sold us out, it's not that you didn't, it's that you couldn't, shit!