OK GOOD
Epik High
OK GOOD
A message to the executives who've been calling me
Bothering me for my album
I'm sorry but I don't do it for you
I do it for my fans
And they understand
When I'm lacking in airplane mode
I go to the airport, choose a flight, and go through the procedures
I don't care about the process
Just want the results in a world
That only cares about the outcome
Even if there's a time difference between us
I light a fire
In my heart, not in my creations
On the rare phone calls that bring no news
I avoid dozens of questions and payment messages
Big and small problems I want to avoid
Representing my thoughts
The suffocating gray sky covering the city
When I want to escape for a moment
I'll look at family photos and smile
I just wanna relax
No stress
In my backpack, a few changes of underwear and a notebook
It's all I wear
But it's ok
It's all good
'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna relax
No stress
In my backpack, a few changes of underwear and a notebook
It's all I wear
But it's ok
It's all good
In my 20s, the center of every conversation
In my 30s, tired of every conversation
Now, my comfort lies outside of conversations
I don't give a damn
I guess I can communicate well even with just myself
What's so amazing about the truth coming and going
I know everyone and everything I want to know already
Afraid I won't fit in that narrow gap
Don't want to shrink myself
Well, it's not that surprising
In the end, if it's not my business, it's someone else's
Finish it off properly and gotta relax
Thanks to the leisure you're looking for
While someone stayed up all night
Pointing fingers and blaming
I see it in my eyes
Wishing you well without touching you
If things go wrong, I'll blame everyone but you
Taking everything with me
Leaving behind jealousy and grudges
Because my heart is heavy
I just wanna relax
No stress
In my backpack, a few changes of underwear and a notebook
It's all I wear
But it's ok
It's all good
'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna relax
No stress
In my backpack, a few changes of underwear and a notebook
It's all I wear
But it's ok
It's all good
'Cause
They hate to love me, love to hate me
No matter what they say, you will never break me
Where are you going? I'm here on stage
Late checkout, please
They hate to love me, love to hate me
I tell the industry f*** you, just pay me
Where are you going? I'm here on stage
Late checkout, please