Zindagi Question Paper Lyrics English Translation
I Ain’t Never Seen No One Like Me
I’ve never seen anyone quite like me
One Of A Kind I’ve Never Been A Type Beat
One of a kind — never fit into any type
Nahi Mili Mujhe Koi Blueprint
There was no blueprint made for me
Bana Khudka Student Textbook Bani Diary
So I became my own student, wrote my own diary
And I Don’t Even Like Me
And truth is, I don’t even like myself
Khudki Sunta Toh Mein Hota Nahi Alive Bhi
If I ever listened to myself, I wouldn’t even feel alive
Toh Kaise Bhala Dedu Tujhe Fuck
So how can I possibly give a damn about you?
When I Don’t Even Listen To What I Think About Me?
When I don’t even trust my own thoughts about me?
Woh Kehti Baby Open Up
She says, “Baby, open up”
Par Meri Baat Aati Use Samaj Nahi
But my words never really reach her
She Thinks I’m A Good Listener
She thinks I’m a great listener
Par Mujhe Toh Bas Zyada Bolna Pasand Nahi
But truth is — I just don’t like talking much
And I Don’t Think I Do Enough
And I constantly feel I don’t do enough
Toh Neend Aane Waali Mujhe Kabar Mein Hi
So maybe real sleep will only come in my grave
Par Kalki Soch Ke Abhi Nahi Hona Fucked
But thinking of tomorrow — I’m not broken just yet
Toh Main Rehta Mast All Day
So I just stay carefree all day
Lappe Pe Lappe Maaru Zindagi Question Paper
I scribble through life’s question paper, line by line
Schrodinger Ka Billa Main Chalna Hai Harr Raste Par
I’m Schrödinger’s cat — must walk every possible path
Trying To Figure It Out One Mistake At A Time
Just figuring it out — one mistake at a time
They Say That I’m The Future But I Need That Shit Now
They call me the future, but I need it right now
Sabar Mere Budget Mein Nahi Abhi Sab Dilaao
Patience isn’t in my budget — give me everything now
Mujhe Mat Rukhao
Don’t slow me down
She Likes It When A Man Moans Toh Main Uska Naam Chillau
She likes moans, so I scream her name louder
I Write About Sex ‘Cause I Miss That Shit
I write about sex — yeah, I miss that energy
Been In A Long Distance So I Miss My Bitch
Long-distance love — I miss my girl deeply
Jab Hum Milne Waale I Think I’mma Cum Too Quick
When we finally meet — I’ll probably finish too quick
Raste Nahi Hai Rehte Yaad So I Won’t Find That Clit
Paths don’t stay mapped, so I might not find that hit
Nahi Aati Mujhe Sharam Aaye Bhi Kis Baat Ka
I don’t know shame — what’s there to be ashamed of?
Jitni Raatein Kaati Utni Hui Kabhi Baat Nah
Spent too many nights, never enough deep talks
Pehli Nazar Mein Na Hua Haadsa
It wasn’t love at first sight, no drama
Lage Jab Hum Ek Dooje Ke Hath Tabhi Baja Harr Ek Gana
But when we touched hands — every song started playing
Woh Lamhein Woh Baatein Woh Hafte Woh Saal The
Those moments, those talks, those weeks, those years
Woh Fanke Darwaze Woh Takiye Dabaate
The slammed doors, the pillow fights, the hush-toned nights
Woh Gaddhe Jo Saaf The Jaha Pahoche Hum Har Baat Pe
Those clear cracks where we always found a way through words
Ab Bas Dikhte Faasle All Day
Now all I see are distances — all day
Laape Pe Laape Maaru Zindagi Question Paper
Again, I scribble on life’s test — answer after answer
Schrodinger Ka Billa Main Chalna Hai Har Raste Par
Still Schrödinger’s cat — I walk every road
Trying To Figure It Out One Mistake At A Time
Still figuring this out — one mistake at a time
One Mistake At A Time One Mistake At A Time
One mistake at a time, over and over again
