[Intro]
Ling, Yi, Er, San, Si, Wu, Liu, Qi
Tōkyō ni iku no

[Chorus: Taco Hemingway, Quebonafide]
I'm going from Kyoto to Nara, I'm going from Kyoto to Tokyo
She's got Prada sunglasses, don't cry, baby, or they'll get wet
I'm going from Kyoto to Nara, I haven't been in Schengen in a long time
They do scans like X-rays around the camera
I'm going from Nara to Kyoto, I'm going from Kyoto to Tokyo
She's got Prada sunglasses, don't cry, baby, or they'll get wet
I'm flying from Busan to Tianjin, I'm flying from Tianjin to Shenzhhen
She's got heart sneakers, we listen to New Romancer

[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
I'm bored with Gaudi and Eiffel, flights from Seoul to Taipei
Everybody looks like a hypebeast, everybody looks like a hypebae
My man slanted like a laufer, around low life and high tech
We're dancing on wine until this life is over like Datpiff and MySpace, yo
I order bobba and bibimbap, and she's water and sticky rice
Two countries a day without wild cards, I don't wear Obey, I have different vibe
In one year I've spit one and a half verse, and on an account there's still a quick money
They're into these raps, I'm sitting down to work because the Wi-Fi range is down
My man has a FamilyMart tatto, your drip is not that level
Filip knows China like his own neck, we shine like neons over 7-Eleven
My man has a FamilyMart tatto, your drip is not that level
Filip knows China... You're faking us 1 to 1, bitch
[Chorus: Taco Hemingway, Quebonafide]
I'm going from Kyoto to Nara, I'm going from Kyoto to Tokyo
She's got Prada sunglasses, don't cry, baby, or they'll get wet
I'm going from Kyoto to Nara, I haven't been in Schengen in a long time
They do scans like X-rays around the camera
I'm going from Nara to Kyoto, I'm going from Kyoto to Tokyo
She's got Prada sunglasses, don't cry, baby, or they'll get wet
I'm flying from Busan to Tianjin, I'm flying from Tianjin to Shenzhhen
She's got heart sneakers, we listen to New Romancer

[Vesre 2: Taco Hemingway]
Nobody knows me like a Face ID, VPN, man, because they track IP
CNN is telling tales of war again, BPMs are going high speed
WeTransfer, they send us a beat, on PayPal then they transfer the cash to me
They ask if I'm still hungry (bi-bitch, I might be)
I see where Internet leads us, I've never seen such a stupid herd
Yesterday I wanted to make spontaneous moves, but suddenly my Siri says that she dissuades
Some neon sign begs me to spent money, neon Louis, neon Prada
Bartender, just pour another shot, second shot, shot, I'm leaving
She's asking "Where are you going, Fifi?". my moves on CCTV
So Orwell taught nothing to surprise, the data flowing like a Mississippi
Civilization is not over yet, while her hands are so warm
We're having sex, and outside the window ra-ra-rain on the neon

[Chorus: Taco Hemingway, Quebonafide]
I'm going from Kyoto to Nara, I'm going from Kyoto to Tokyo
She's got Prada sunglasses, don't cry, baby, or they'll get wet
I'm going from Kyoto to Nara, I haven't been in Schengen in a long time
They do scans like X-rays around the camera
I'm going from Nara to Kyoto, I'm going from Kyoto to Tokyo
She's got Prada sunglasses, don't cry, baby, or they'll get wet
I'm flying from Busan to Tianjin, I'm flying from Tianjin to Shenzhhen
She's got heart sneakers, we listen to New Romancer