Lyrics of Budak - Laze

Budak (original)

Kaos masih bagus beli lagi dari butik
Kita macam stalker tren dia selalu kita ikuti
Bukan kolektor keramik tapi masih beli Gucci (guci)
Armani beli lagi habis tiga kali cuci
Punya seorang istri dan seorang anak laki
Dengan wanita muda ia melangkahkan kaki
Masuk ke dalam hotel dan ketahuan massa
Baju masih kering tapi ia tertangkap basah
Mall macam gereja ia kesana tiap minggu
Diskon dari gerai baju itulah yang ia tunggu
Gesek kartu kredit macam ia punya uang
Tiap akhir bulan dikejar kejar penagih hutang
Karyawan yang rajin ia tidak pernah bolos
Bagai baju tanpa motif karena ia masih polos
Jadi bahan ejekan ia tak pernah lolos
Bahkan ia dipanggil oleh bos dengan kata budak
Budak
Budak
Budak
Budak
Ia seorang musisi dengan kualitas
Dan baru tanda tangani kontrak rekaman di kertas
Namun ia telah korbankan, segala bakat
Agar bisa lebih dikenal oleh masyarakat
Perempuan manis kulit putih mulus
Tapi sekolah dan cintanya, sama sama putus
Ia bersama seoarang mata keranjang
Demi harta ia mau naik ke ranjang
Macam tv jaman dulu dia putih abu abu
Di kelab pada malam sabtu ia masih ragu ragu
Minum alkohol dan ikut berpesta ria
Agar popular seperti majalah pria
Ibu pejuang kerja di negeri seberang
Dengan seorang majikan jahat yang selalu berang
Macam granat perang emosinya meledak
Karena majikannya panggil dia dengan kata budak

(translation)

The t-shirt is still good, bought it again from the boutique
We are like trend stalkers, we always follow them
Not a ceramic collector but still buy Gucci (jars)
Armani bought it again after washing it three times
Have a wife and a son
With young women he stepped foot
Entered the hotel and was found out by the mob
The clothes were still dry but he was caught red-handed
A mall like a church he goes there every week
Discounts from clothing outlets are what he is waiting for
Swipe a credit card like he has money
At the end of each month, they are chased by debt collectors
A diligent employee, he never misses a class
It's like a shirt without a pattern because it's still innocent
So the material for ridicule, he never escapes
Even he was called by the boss with the word slave
Slave
Slave
Slave
Slave
He is a musician with quality
And just signed a record contract on the paper
But he has sacrificed all his talents
In order to be better known by the public
Beautiful white skin girl
But school and love, both broke up
He is with a womanizer
For the sake of wealth he wants to get into bed
Like the old tv, it was white and gray
At the club on Saturday night he was still in doubt
Drink alcohol and join the party
To be popular like men's magazines
Mother warrior working in a foreign country
With an evil master who is always angry
Like a war grenade his emotions exploded
Because his master called him slave