Born Singer

I'm a born singer, a confession that came a bit late, I swear
I always felt so far away, but now the illusion is right in front of me (it's here)
I'm a born singer, perhaps a premature confession
But still, I'm so happy, I'm good, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

For the first time in my life, I stood on stage with the name 'Bulletproof'
I reexamined the feelings of the first stage three years ago
I was no different from a rapper from the countryside, but
I added the word 'pro' on top of the word 'amateur'
When I stand on the stage I've longed for and rap and dance
I feel that I'm still alive
The tired and tough daily commute
I can endure it because my people are watching
Even if my body hurts, I can withstand it because the cheers are coming
Living between the boundary of an idol and a rapper before and after debut
There are still rhymes in my notebook
Between the waiting room and the stage, I hold a pen and write lyrics
What has changed in your eyes about me?
Damn, shit, I'm still the same
I've changed? Go tell them
I still keep my essence, I'm still a rapper, man
No different from three years ago, I rap and sing

I'm a born singer, a confession that came a bit late, I swear
I always felt so far away, but now the illusion is right in front of me (it's here)
I'm a born singer, perhaps a premature confession
But still, I'm so happy, I'm good, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was afraid to be honest
I made a big noise, but proving myself
That a kid who only knew pens and books now shocks the world
I don't know, I was afraid it might be too disproportionate to the world's expectations
I was afraid I might betray all the people who believed in me
Straightening my stiff shoulders, I step onto the first stage
Choosing a short breath in the brief silence
The people I watched over are now watching over me
The ones I always looked up to on TV are now beneath me
Without a gap to slip through like a needle
The one-time-only play has begun
The sweat of my three years evaporated in three minutes
A fierce battle with the microphone that made my blood boil
It was only a few tens of seconds, but I poured it out clearly, I'm fucking real
Hey, man, what's your dream? I'm becoming a rap star, can't you feel?
And the moment I came down, those cheers, yeah, I could read your mind
I could read your mind, just with a smile that gave me a question mark
Without a word, the members just patted my shoulders
It feels like yesterday, but twenty nights have passed
And let the haters hate on me, that's what they always do
While you're playing with the keyboard, I fulfilled my dreams
Sunglasses, hairstyle, I know what you're mocking
Anyway, at twenty, I'm doing better than you
Haha

I'm a born singer, a confession that came a bit late, I swear
I always felt so far away, but now the illusion is right in front of me (it's here)
I'm a born singer, perhaps a premature confession
But still, I'm so happy, I'm good, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

The day we ran, the day we experienced together
The three years have become one in our hearts
The sweat we shed like that is refreshing me
Tears spread after the stage ends
Promise yourself every moment, don't lose your original intention
Always be true to yourself, don't be ashamed of the first you
So we go, we go, we go
Higher, higher, higher

I'm a born singer, a confession that came a bit late, I swear
I always felt so far away, but now the illusion is right in front of me (it's here)
I'm a born singer, perhaps a premature confession
But still, I'm so happy, I'm good, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah