What!
(Mujhe kisi insaan se koi shikaayat nahi
Mujhe shikaayat samaaj ke uss dhaanche se
jo insaan se uski insaaniyat cheen leta hai)
God trynna prove something here.
Reduce the number of men seduced if you gotta be fair.
Walking to confectionary, these girls always there.
Shrink me into pieces, by wink.
Love's flinch for a sale.
I remember there's a place and I gotta be there.
Like my clothes, my brows, and my songs.
Devil rushing in their mind,
don't like me at all.
Always two choices I've for them all:
God says 'No, not without love.'
Devil says 'Love ain't gonna be there.
No, not without touch.'
This lust is so eternal,
feels like love is not real.
Lovers love for a month, an year,
but warmness in the body, multiple years.
She wanna get into bed,
but by making me owe her.
Craves for all the fun,
but she never...
What! Sipping cups with my body.
What! These whisking troughs in my body.
What! Risking love for my body.
What! Risking love for my body.
What! Sipping cups with my body.
What! She risking love for my body.
What! Risking love for my body.
What! She risking love for my body.
What!
What!
Wh-a-a-t!
Wh-wh-wh-a-a-t!
What!
(God trynna prove something here)
And, there I was blaming myself for my nature.
Thought I'd stop talking to the baker,
and return her favor.
I'll only talk to myself,
because the only person who understands myself
is myself.
What! Sipping cups with my body.
What! She risking love for my body.
What! Risking love for my body.
What! She risking love for my body.
Mujhe shikaayat samaaj ke uss dhaanche se
jo insaan se uski insaaniyat cheen leta hai)
God trynna prove something here.
Reduce the number of men seduced if you gotta be fair.
Walking to confectionary, these girls always there.
Shrink me into pieces, by wink.
Love's flinch for a sale.
I remember there's a place and I gotta be there.
Like my clothes, my brows, and my songs.
Devil rushing in their mind,
don't like me at all.
Always two choices I've for them all:
God says 'No, not without love.'
Devil says 'Love ain't gonna be there.
No, not without touch.'
This lust is so eternal,
feels like love is not real.
Lovers love for a month, an year,
but warmness in the body, multiple years.
She wanna get into bed,
but by making me owe her.
Craves for all the fun,
but she never...
What! Sipping cups with my body.
What! These whisking troughs in my body.
What! Risking love for my body.
What! Risking love for my body.
What! Sipping cups with my body.
What! She risking love for my body.
What! Risking love for my body.
What! She risking love for my body.
What!
What!
Wh-a-a-t!
Wh-wh-wh-a-a-t!
What!
(God trynna prove something here)
And, there I was blaming myself for my nature.
Thought I'd stop talking to the baker,
and return her favor.
I'll only talk to myself,
because the only person who understands myself
is myself.
What! Sipping cups with my body.
What! She risking love for my body.
What! Risking love for my body.
What! She risking love for my body.
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Writer(s): Sommaiya Angrish
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