[Lyric] W Saga (Knight Mayor)

Maine raasta woh chuna jahaan aainein nhi
Tab bhi jaanta chehre aur kaaide bhi
Jahaan bhi gaya banaayi khud ki sadkein
Pata kaante hataane ye aayenge nhi
Par hai gamm nai, inhein mera shukriya
Agar aate to meri naa khulti aankh
Dimaag kiya thanda and froze my heart
And thank myself for going through it all
And I find myself being sick for days
When I found myself being sick for papers
Aaj ke din bhi, I'm sick of them
Though I'm high, hoon room mein all the way up
When I write bars, feels pandemic
Feels blue through my anatomy
I've never but my breaks've failed
They under toes, yet I'll handlе them

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I wasn't born for winning
Mai har naye din bhatkhu raasta
But I kept on drеaming
Bina jaane unke anjaam haan
They did count me a sinner
Kare intezaar meri haar ka
Kabhi thamna nhi sika
Aur served inhein aaj mera saga
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My flows so cold, they icy hot
Get me on mic, aaye crises laut
Homicide shit, wo tujhme naa baat
When I arm myself, ho knives hi short
Play me and i bring dicey bars
They meet and I make it their final chance
Log itne udte aaj kal
Looking down on sky, feels migration
You can get away, never over me
Doobe wave mein, i got folders 3
They spineless so ain't unfoldable
I'm so tough, hai kaam ki nhi soldering
So cold, feels (that) I ain't got soul in me
It's heart, i've laid up on paper
Never fixing, (I'm) such a broken being
And look at me, it ain't vapor


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I wasn't born for winning
Mai har naye din bhatkhu raasta
But I kept on dreaming
Bina jaane unke anjaam haan
They did count me a sinner
Intezaar meri haar ka
Kabhi thamna nhi sikha
Aur served inhein aaj mera saga
…

I'm cool, like it's antarctic
These serpents kinda got my pen toxic
If you up, then imma confront on chest
The period's mine, I'm the end of them
But I don't talk to them, they corny
I frame tales, no stories
They meet me and they apologize
Fir (inke) graves pe I say I'm sorry
My picture's too large, kaafi canvas nai
Faasley ye bade hain, enormously
I'm nowhere close to them
Kyunki mujh tak oonche hai standards nai
Look, they ain't one to talk
Cuz children got no say
My bars makin' 'em wet beds
Gotta shower them with the bays
I'm sorry for these wet lines
Tabhi inke bante hain grip nai
I let them people all slip down
Fir ho iss wave mein immerse kahin

...
I wasn't born for winning
Mai har naye din bhatkhu raasta
But I kept on dreaming
Bina jaane unke anjaam haan
They did count me a sinner
Kare intezaar meri haar ka
Kabhi thamna nhi sika
Aur served inhein aaj mera saga
...