Domo arigato, excuse my Japanese
Konbanwa baby, slide in with the keys
Soft light, Tokyo breeze
I talk slow, you move fast on me

Kanpai to the skyline glow
Cherry lips, sake in the snow
Midnight vending dreams unfold
Shinjuku eyes, they never close

Sumimasen if I fall too deep
Watashi no kokoro don’t sleep

Excuse my Japanese, I’m lost in your kanji
Mixing my heart with a little wasabi
Neon on skin, kimi wa tsunami
Take me high, high — oh kami, kami
Excuse my Japanese, I’m drunk on your body
Gomen ne, baby, if I talk too naughty
Domo arigato for breaking my logic
Tokyo to Paris, our love’s exotic

Sayonara texts I’ll never send
Origami hearts, they never bend
You call me “mon amour” again
Kawaii trouble, you pretend

Check it —
Ramen in the morning, drip in designer
Yen in my pocket, mood gets finer
Shibuya crossing, lights like fire
You whisper “bonjour”, I call you “liar”
Sakura rain on Balenciaga
Ghost mode love, Hakuna Nada
Don’t translate my fever, nah
Just dance like Harajuku drama

Paper crane folded in gold
Silence between words we told
Your eyes say more than sound could hold
Excuse me baby, you’re uncontrolled

Sumimasen if I fall too deep
Watashi no kokoro don’t sleep

Excuse my Japanese, I’m lost in your kanji
Mixing my heart with a little wasabi
Neon on skin, kimi wa tsunami
Take me high, high — oh kami, kami
Excuse my Japanese, I’m drunk on your body
Gomen ne, baby, if I talk too naughty
Domo arigato for breaking my logic
Tokyo to Paris, our love’s exotic

Gloss on glass, you sip my vibe
No subtitles when we collide
Flashback nights in Ginza drive
Kanashii dreams, still feel alive
Haiku talk, I write your name
Katakana flames in the rain
No filter frame, just blame the plane
We flying bilingual through the pain

(Oh) — Mou ichido, mou ichido
Stay till the lights fade low
(Yeah) — Kimi to boku no shadow
Slow like a taiko echo

Sumimasen if I fall too deep
Watashi no kokoro don’t sleep

Excuse my Japanese, I’m lost in your kanji
Mixing my heart with a little wasabi
Neon on skin, kimi wa tsunami
Take me high, high — oh kami, kami
Excuse my Japanese, I’m drunk on your body
Gomen ne, baby, if I talk too naughty
Domo arigato for breaking my logic
Tokyo to Paris, our love’s exotic
Excuse my Japanese... (fade)

Excuse my Japanese

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

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