Lyrics of Ma boqian's "telling the truth"

What are you doing here

That's it

Why do I come to tomorrow's son

That's it

Why do I come to tomorrow's son

That's it

If I didn't want to win the championship, for Bo Qian

For hip hop

Kicking back to old school tracks

Reminisin on the past

Foreshadows

Save the hassle

More battles

Find a variety of excuses to cover up their singing bad

In the end, he became a dramatist

Fake movie star

Man, it's rapper, it's rap

Melody is not singing, still appear in front of you

I just don't want to stay where I am

Wandering all over the stage

The son of tomorrow

Oh what

Prove it to myself

Do this for my family

End of the race

It's all for myself

I want to be worthy of myself

I imagine every day

Breaking new achievements

I'm here today

I have won

Not for others, for myself

Why do you always embarrass yourself

I always want to solve this puzzle

Please everyone and forget yourself

Return to the essence of music

The burden is out of my heart

Why am I coming to tomorrow's son

That's it

What are you doing here

That's it

Why am I coming to tomorrow's son

That's it

Not to win the championship, for Bo Qian, for hip hop

Recite the lyrics tomorrow

Stay up late every day and think deeply

It's because there are gains and losses in my heart

So every scene is forgetting words

I don't even respect myself

How can I respect you

Even I can't bear the pain myself

How can I ease the atmosphere

Why is it so hard to be scolded

Guilty conscience makes me self-criticism

Who am I fighting for

Don't let sewage drown you

Instead, I lost touch with my original intention

Doing dis for hip hop

Make them haters go kriss kross

I'm the big boss

Always standing on the tip top

This song exists just to tell the truth

Don't want to cover up pretending to be yourself

What are you doing here

That's it

Not to win the championship, for Bo Qian, for hip hop

Want to make hip hop mainstream

Maybe not the strongest

The mouth is not the fastest

I have to finish my pursuit

Maybe, maybe

Maybe not double or triple

Or like them, they can play four

Flow's single. It's nothing

Always on this stage

Drive me away if you can

Then get rid of me

Still shameless

I'm sorry. I'm sorry

Standing here all the time gives you a headache

I'm sorry

I'm sorry to be here all the time

What are you doing here

That's it

Why am I coming to tomorrow's son

That's it

Why am I coming to tomorrow's son

That's it

Not to win the championship, for Bo Qian, for hip hop

For rap