Lyrics "and you are in my ear day and night", there is a male rap, what song?

Lyrics of Jazz Day and Night ace Project

Lyrics: Bao Fei/Gigi

Composer: Gigi

Arranged by Gigi

Producer: Gigi

Humming that song from night to day.

I arrived at the door of the company again and began to worry today.

Rhythm I need a rhythm that makes me empty.

So I can write down my process.

The key is that the wonderful voice in the extinguished cigarette emerges.

Different people write their own poems at the same time and place.

And you are whispering in my ear the picture you yearn for day and night.

I opened my eyes and stepped into this world.

The curtains are airtight, so I can't tell the difference between day and night.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, wipe your eyes and wear glasses.

(A will be late) I'm not in the mood for snacks.

It's eight o'clock. I can't stop. I want to leave quickly.

I can't run any longer. Can we pause the time?

Everyone is used to working for this era.

You can't repeat, completely repeat.

This city can't stay any longer, the pace is too fast.

People with ideas hesitate here.

Step by step through the street that has not been cleaned.

Say hello to Grandfather Sun early in the morning.

How I envy that free bird at the moment.

What is the next second back to reality …

Put on your headphones and listen, Sir.

Wrote my lyrics for a city.

The key is that the wonderful voice in the extinguished cigarette emerges.

Different people write their own poems at the same time and place.

And you are whispering in my ear the picture you yearn for day and night.

I can finally get off work when the sun goes down.

A What's on tonight? ) or those answers.

KTV is used to drinking early in the morning, and there is nothing to expect.

It is inevitable that you will be lonely if you don't go.

The phone is ringing, dad. It makes sense to call me.

I said (Dad A is working overtime in the company tonight).

Actually, I haven't thought of going there yet, so I can't understand this problem.

I just don't want to go home.

My life has been copied and copied.

Live endlessly year after year.

Different passers-by hide the same story.

Empty souls float in this metropolis.

People are too tired, the night is too dark, and I am flying.

Drunk footprints are teetering.

The lying back of the groove accompanied me to sleep.

Who was that voice again?

The key is that the wonderful voice in the extinguished cigarette emerges.

Different people write their own poems at the same time and place.

And you are whispering in my ear the picture you yearn for day and night.