Green walls
White ceiling
Weed thoughts
High feelings
Tu cheap bohot
Still appealing
Yo mister
What you dealin
Green walls
White ceiling
Weed thoughts
High feelings
Tu cheap bohot
Still appealing
Yo mister
What you dealin
What i am dealin with
Just chillin it
Thode feelings likh
Does your feelings kick
Are you taking risk
Or you playing safe
Are you waking up
Or just staying lay
Just scrolling page
Tujhpe kuch nhi he
Zara khudko dekh
Ye tujhse puch rahi he
Kya tu khudse fake
Kya tu doshi he
Kya tu khud khush he
Is kholi me
Me agey piche dekhu koi nhi
Ye devta he sath bas murti me
Aur usi pe chad gayi dhool
Vo bhi kehta tu khud ka hi khooni he
Yaha Sahi galat mujhe nhi pata
Aur sahi to yaha bas show piece he
Aur sahi to the vo harjagah
Isliye mujhse vo krodhit he
Bas kitne hi paap(kitne hi paap)
Aur kitne hi khoon(kitne hi khoon)
Kitne hi saanp(Kitne hi saanp)
Ye kaisa usool(Ye kaisa usool)
Ye kaisa insaaf (Ye kaisa insaaf)
Jaha sab jaye bhool(sab jaye bhool)
Vo kaisa insaan(kaisa insaan)
Jisse pasand na phool
Me akela kyu
Aur akela nhi
Ye kaisa gunah (Green walls)
Jo sehna bhi nhi
Itne khayal (Green walls)
Jo ate he man me
Vo thehre bhi nhi (Green walls)
Aur kehna bhi nhi?
Green walls
White ceiling
Weed thoughts
High feelings
Tu cheap bohot
Still appealing
Yo mister
What you dealin
Green walls
White ceiling
Weed thoughts
High feelings
Tu cheap bohot
Still appealing
Yo mister
What you dealin
Dur tak dekhu ye baaz ki nazar he
Future mera ye past hi galat he
Thode jo log yaha raste mile the
Raste bhatak gaye ghaas ye chatak gaye
Fasle khatam he nashe se duri badhara
Purani dosti bhi tooti ab khud hi se dosti nibhara
Ab khudi ko banau me dost
Kyuki pichle saal chudi thi bohot
Is saal bhi chudegi roz
But nevermind i got a thought (kya)
Dost nhi banayenge akele rahenge kamre me band
Finding the solitude finding your peace can finaly run
Taking the pen in your hand and learn
Banja tu poet artist ya fir nun
Right your blogs and post it for fun
Judge bhi kon kare vo he lund
Kya hi he talent agar na ho ghamand
Yeah ha thoda sa ghamand he mujhme
Na paiso ka talent he bohot Renaissance
Bhagwan khud soche me kaisa tha
Kaisa hu kaisa bangaya khud hi agey jake
Khudko chate mare bas ye bate mane
Yaha duri kam firbhi he pyaar kahape
Majburi par londe yaha jeete jare
