sidhe hai thoda sadhe bhi
apni mehnat se telent bane
paisa hai nahi maoney
pani pocket me chilar pade
naa hai koi bilkul nahi
khud kar liya so side
fati hai shirt kaha se hai flart
ye bhi hai apni molki
bhaiya hum hai fatichar
padhne me lagta future
kismat hai slow slow
bhaiya hum hai fatichar
padhne me lagta future
kismat hai slow slow

o aye kal raat kar raha sara jaha
karu khud ko main khud hi bayan
fate haal hun main behaal hun
bhai unko pasand hai badi badi
gadiyo me baethe huye chore
mere pass hai baba ji ka thulu
main kaise ud sakta hun
badi badi ladki ne
bed lage durghatnaye
yaha dekhu waha dekhu
dekhu dekhu sondi ko kamar dekhu
disco club duja naa kuch dekhu
koi na nahi koi aaye na koi jaye
tere peche manmani karu
club me jaake dinchik nachu

na jane ye duniya daari
class padhe ho hum sarkari
chiting karke paai hai digri sigri
yaaro ke sang ropa raba
chhana shaher ka chapa chapa
raba life hai sari puri bigdi ki bigdi
hum se juda hai apna standard nhi
sabse unicq hai apni ada
ek haigh faai chori par dil apna dooba
bhaiya hum hai fatichar
padhne me lagta future
kismat hai slow slow
bhaiya hum hai fatichar
padhne me lagta future
kismat hai slow slow

A little plain, a little raw,
Talent forged in labor's claw.
No coffers swell with worldly gleam,
Just copper coins within my dream.
No silver spoon, no helping hand,
Self-made, upon this shifting sand.
My shirt is torn, a playful tear,
This is my essence, crystal clear.
My friend, a pauper I remain,
Though future's whispers call my name.
Fortune's pace, a measured tread,
My friend, a pauper, hope instead.
Though future's whispers call my name,
Fortune's pace, a measured game.

Last night, the world, a vibrant stage,
I paint my soul upon its page.
Ragged form, a weary plight,
Is there another pauper in the light?
They crave the flash, the gilded ride,
While I possess the simple tide.
The world's a blur, a fleeting show,
How can I soar, how can I grow?
They seek the touch of painted lips,
While I see only accidents and slips.
I search the gaze, the fleeting glance,
A dance of forms, a dizzy trance.
No entry, none depart,
I chase your ghost with reckless art.
I dance in clubs, a frenzied plea.

This world, a riddle, hard to seize,
In government schools, we sought our ease.
Cheating's path to fleeting prize,
With comrades, shared beneath the skies.
We walked the streets, each hidden lane,
A life of raba, joy and pain.
A life of raba, through and through,
A different tune, a different view.
Our stand, distinct, a singular grace,
Our style, a mark upon this place.
A high-class girl, my heart's desire,
My friend, a pauper, set afire.
Though future's whispers call my name,
Fortune's pace, a measured game.
My friend, a pauper, hope instead.
Though future's whispers call my name,
Fortune's pace, a measured tread.