Budak - Laze

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

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