Tujhko pataa hai KNAV in the house Baawe tu Dilli se hai aur bro mai bhi Toronto kyu lagra hai saala farebi Bande yahaa hustling pe desi hai daily Kuchh samay dedo and they'll know me baby Khair Insta pe sab lage Daisy Sab lage wow, saala sab lage easy Banda jo ghanta na gaon ka Mann tha toh kar jaawe kuch toh bhi crazy Ram Ram bhai sareya ne Haryanvi bol rahe launde angrezi Rehne do bhai mere, trend to sahi hai par Tumse original toh lagreyo hai Neazy Fayeda kya ghanto bitane ka studio mien Chase hi karna jo clout Ankahi baatien hai baato ke baad bhi Toh who's gonna give that a shout Well, well, well, well There was time Jab rapper log yahape bando ko kar rahe the guide Rapper hi rapper ki copy kare hai ab Algorithmic hai sight Sab hi kare yahaa andhere mein fight Toh how will they bring forward light Lauda Tsunami na laana kisi ne Jab wave hi karni hai ride Oh Baby ye hai bhedchaal Tell me what's your name huh Trending hora scene toh ye lete pange straight bro Ye hai bhedchaal Ye hai bhedchaal Chalra chahe jo bhi behnchod copy hoga straight yahaa Baby ye hai bhedchaal Tell me what's your name huh Trending hora scene toh ye lete pange straight ya Ye hai bhedchaal Ye hai bhedchaal Chalra chahe jo bhi behnchod copy hoga straight yahaa Knav ye to bando ki mental design Tabhi rehta ni tension mien tera ye bhai Mai to pehle se alag tha par on the side Abhi sabhi se alag mai upar se high Kabhi kabhi bethu chalaa ke mai gaane Aur sunta ki naye bhi sab lag rahe puraane Aur kaise ek-aadh hi koi betha banaane Aur baaki sab teppe-pe-teppe hai jaa rahe Soche ke behti hai ganga to ho ke vo nanga Dhone ni buss haath usse, koode full banda Kab udega parda ye selfish bahaane se Kalaa ke kaatil vo artist hai saare Jo paise ke laalach mien nakal utaare Aur sunte ni logo ki jinko vo chah rahe Vo dekhe jab tere through mere hi gaane To samjhe kyu shimmmy ke saare deewane bro Tabhi mera trends mien vishwaas nahi Mai pen se vikasit content game mien maharathi Bohht hai lekin faulty, who copy the quality Vo bhed, hu mai bakri, ye fame hai sab farzi Na pain ho to art ni, buss ek track ki baat ni Jo bhar rahe tum catalog 6 mahine baad hi To khojoge matlab coz painting mien heart ni Aur game independent fir nirbhar kyu aadmi huh? All up with the fast flow ki passport ki need not I teleport, aur mai to Toronto ke hip hop ka Mascot All gassed up hai bande coz Dilli se behnchod Din ginti ke that's all Parindey ye rap to dekh udey har ghreh ke liye Koodenge bande bhi zameen se Cycle yehi hai pujenge, puchhenge ek ko fir dooje pe Mai To hairaan kaise inko na sooje ke Baby ye hai bhedchaal Tell me what's your name huh Trending hora scene toh ye lete pange straight bro Ye hai bhedchaal Ye hai bhedchaal Chalra chahe jo bhi behnchod copy hoga straight yahaa Baby ye hai bhedchaal Tell me what's your name huh Trending hora scene toh ye lete pange straight ya Ye hai bhedchaal Ye hai bhedchaal Chalra chahe jo bhi behnchod copy hoga straight yahaa

Her toys are broken boys Lined heart to heart at the door Each a brunt-out kisson her lips The measure of her pleasure She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill The child in her smile is cracked Her innocence smashed There's nothing left of her party dress The bow in her hair isn't there She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill Through the prisons of perfume Alone with her cheekbones Counting lovers she has known In the secrets of her room Her toys are broken boys Lined heart to heart at the door Each a brunt-out kisson her lips The measure of her pleasure She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age (The taste of first lipstick) Ready to be killed by the thrill (The mechanics of a wink) She's at a nice age, ripe age (The china of the doll) Ready to be killed by the thrill (Divine on her chaise lounge) She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill She's at a nice age, ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill...

You know about me? My name is Tong Poo! I'm running from far away! Let's dance! Let's dance with me! Hear me come! The press of Tong Poo! Let's dance! Let's dance with me!

Now the mask you're wearing Is stoney and staring Lines and tears, age and fears Growing old, Passions cold Now the mask you're wearing Is stoney and staring Lines and tears, age and fears Growing old, passions cold There's nothing in your eyes That marks where you cried All is blank, all is blind Dead inside, the inner mind There's nothing in your eyes That marks where you cried All is blank, all is blind Dead inside, the inner mind Is it me Is it you Behind this mask, I ask Is it me Is it you Who wears another face Is it me Is it you Behind this mask, I ask I ask I ask

Good evening, London We are Yellow Magic Orchest We hope you joy