Nascar/Needs

[Intro]
(Sez on the beat Boy!)

[Verse 1]
Hosla khone ke baat toh kar he mat
Zyada himmat nahi bachi aur
Bachey jaan toh ganeemat
Chaudah saal se anxious, tab samjh nahi aata tha
Ye sab hai hota kya toh maa baap ko batata kya
Bhook nahi lagti thi, kuch kha nahi pata tha
Neend nai aati thi tabhe raat ko jaga tha
Jo karta feel woh likh ke gaane banata tha
Peechay muskaan ke mayusi chupata tha
Tab pehli baar haath kaata tha
Ungli ki chamdi tak kutar di jab nakhoon chabata tha
Ab na pohonchata khud ko chot zyada
Raat kaat apni saza
Par mujhe yaad he nahi mera dosh kya tha
Itne nashe yaad nahi hota hosh kya tha
Kabhi sochu karu feel bohot
Kabhi karu feel mei leta soch zyada
Ladta marta, kya na karta
Na inki taraha mei dikhawa karta
Hai paasa palta, toh badla hai saara vata varan
Marey bhookha jo hai khaata ghamand
Khaata khula na mei khaata sharam
Dil hai saaf par hai maatha garam
Thoughts kare drift gears karu shift
Mind kare race nascar, always on the road asphalt
Mind kare race nascar, thoughts kare drift gears karu shift
Mind kare race nascar, always on the road asphalt
Mind kare race nascar, kardu mei kahi crash na
Kardu mei kahi crash na

[Verse 2]
I need to—
I need to quit living in m y head
I need to quit living like a mеss
I need to quit (Quit)
Aise jeena hai bohot he haanikaarak (Cough)
Issey pahеle bane ye meri maut ka kaaran
Horha paet mei bhaaenda dard
Kyuki subha se kuch khaaya nahi hai
Par kisi ko bataya nahi hai
Man he nai karta khaane ka
Iska koi upaaya he nahi hai
Samjhaaya par kisi ko samjh aaya nahi hai
Aksar uthta need se hataash ghabraahat mei
Kar chuka mei jo bhe tha taakat mei
Roz ka naatak hai, chillam chilli hojati sar mei shuru
Pehle bahar ki aaahat se mujhe hai nikalna apne sar se bahar
Baap bole nikla kar toh thoda ghar se bahar
Hataana sar se bhaar, khud se he gaya tu shartien haar
Toh bewajah mei fir kyu bante hard? (Haan?)
Hai ye meri samjh ke paar
Kabhi jhoothi nahi karte baat
Zodiac pisces toh loop mei chale dimaag mera
And i keep swimming keep floating
Jiss bhe taraf le chalaey bahave mujhe
Aur hain seekhe meine sabak kai
Iss beemari se jo hai bachpan se
Aur aisa nahi hai ki mili mujhe madad nahi
Par pyaas mit'ti nhi shabnam se
Kabse sar par kisi ne haath nahi hai fera
Uppar se bheja bhi ye saath nahi hai dera
Woh pouchey "yungi sab theek? tu lagra thoda uddas sa"
Bethu sabke sang toh bhe lage room mei akela mujhe
Hoon mei likhta apne khaayal ko samjhne
Hote studio sessions more like therapy sessions
Talvaar se zyada taakat hoti kalam mei
Tabhe pen primary mic mera secondary wepon
And i better be reckoned as the realest who ever did it
Kamm hota distract ab kam mei karta fidget
Paisa aata jaata rehta hai gotta be rich in spirit
Purane zakhmo ko kharochna band
I need to quit it

[Outro]
2020 september, phase of acute depression
Kaaran tha supression of pain
Hua emotioanlly burn out
Kar gayi anxiety relapse as it turns out
And i live with that shit each and everyday
I still love hip hop, coming on the mic with new things to say
And new feelings to share
Unke saath jo feel karte thoda bohot same
Ab aate thode bohot paisa aur milta thoda bohot fame
Abb milta pyaar tumhara toh lagta thoda bohot sane
Hip-hop saved my life, hip hop saved my life (Yeah!)