SUGAR CHAOS from SUGAR CHAOS by AIKA, Kuro Hime
Tracklist
| 1. | AIKA, Kuro Hime - SUGAR CHAOS | 5:11 |
Lyrics
ugh.. being an idol is pretty hard to do
aside from making music, you have to keep up a cutesie image!
and that image doesn’t even guarantee you a bit of spotlight!
but there are more important things than spotlight, right?
let’s go!
aika ai! aika ai! aika aika aika ai!
aika ai! aika ai! aika aika aika ai!
aika ai! aika ai! aika aika aika ai!
aika ai! aika ai!
im not like other idols
✨your own very special idol✨
hardly a novice idol
…is that right?
audiences love my singing
and all the joy im bringing
hope that im not clinging
on a dream too tight!
starting this in 2020
was all bright and sunny
now its just kinda funny
had no insight
school and work take up my time
and it’s hard for me to rhyme
at times my mind is like a
flickering light
アイドルの義務： / IDOL no gimu: / an idol’s duty:
キレカワ / kire kawa / being cute and pretty
分からせる けど、/ wakaraseru kedo, / i understand but,
私は / watashi wa / i
これに / kore ni / don’t want
なりたくない！/ naritakunai! / to be this!
i don’t plan to be another cookie-cutter
i am individual!
i’ll ward off that sugar obsessed candy monster
i find it distasteful!
i hear the call of glycemic tyranny:
“candy, candy … give it to me!”
i swear i’ll make my mark with my own style
and i hear the crowd scream:
SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!
HIGH HIGH HIGH!
SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!
HIGH HIGH HIGH!
…はい
AIKA: welcome to AIKA’s overseas idol interview. today i’m with kuro hime! so, kuro-nee, what’s the secret to your success?
KURO: well.. i wanted to inspire everyone with my sugary sweet smile, my awesome lyrics, and my incredibly high beat music! my ability to spread smiles, cheer, and joy to every single heart just followed suit!
AIKA: …really? using that exact mindset?
KURO: yep!
AIKA: do you think anyone at home could adjust that at all?
KURO: nope!
AIKA: …..Great. :/
i’m not like other girls
im not even a girl!
though i present as one…
(your point was…?) — oh right
i have a deep condition
not part of idol trandition
i gave myself a mission:
hide it from public sight
my reason is obfuscate
it’s not like im expecting hate
telling people could be great
an internal fight
aesthetics i can’t ever pick
hating my body, “i’m too thick!”
all this pressure making me sick
uughhh — (you seem a bit uptight!)
アイドルの義務： / IDOL no gimu: / an idol’s duty:
甘やか / amayaka / having a sweet voice (*TRANSLATION NOTE: can also mean “being pampered/spoiled”)
分からせる けど、/ wakaraseru kedo, / i understand but,
私は / watashi wa / i
それに / sore ni / don’t want
なりたくない！/ naritakunai! / to be that!
i don’t plan to be another cookie-cutter
i am individual!
i’ll ward off that sugar obsessed candy monster
i find it distasteful!
i hear the call of glycemic tyranny:
“candy, candy … give it to me!”
i swear i’ll make my mark with my own style
and i hear the crowd scream:
SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!
HIGH HIGH HIGH!
SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!
HIGH HIGH HIGH!
let’s go!
aika ai! aika ai! aika aika aika ai!
aika ai! aika ai! aika aika aika ai!
aika ai! aika ai! aika aika aika ai!
aika ai! aika ai! aika aika aika ai!
“my name’s aika, nice to meet you!”
what a way for me to greet you..
reflecting on my debut ordeal:
how do idols have any appeal?!
despite how little sweets i eat,
i’ll never be size: petite
higher doses to suppress
despite seeing no progress
my pancreatic hostility
my legal disability
paying for treatment isn’t minor,
yet my condition is a fucking one-liner!
T1D! EFD!
what the hell is wrong with me?!
these sides of me i can’t show
it’s not how to be an idol, you know?
what if i’m another cookie-cutter?
i want to be individual!
if i defeat the sugar obsessed candy monster
would people say i’m distasteful?
i can’t succumb to glycemic tyranny:
“candy, candy … don’t give it to me!”
i swear i’ll make my mark with my own style
so the crowd will sing with me!
i don’t plan to be another cookie-cutter
i am individual!
i’ll ward off that sugar obsessed candy monster
i find it distasteful!
i hear the call of glycemic tyranny:
“candy, candy … give it to me!”
i swear i’ll make my mark with my own style
and i hear the crowd scream!
i don’t plan to be another cookie-cutter
i am individual!
i’ll ward off that sugar obsessed candy monster
i find it distasteful!
i hear the call of glycemic tyranny:
“candy, candy … give it to me!”
i swear i’ll make my mark with my own style
and i hear the crowd scream:
SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!
HIGH HIGH HIGH!
SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!
HIGH HIGH HIGH!
SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!
HIGH HIGH HIGH!
SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!
HIGH HIGH HIGH!
