[Intro]
Lies cut deep — I rise deeper, (x2)
Neon nights, chai at 2AM, grind never sleeps.
[Verse 1]
Wake up — sunrise on the rail tracks,
Phone full of alarms, pockets full of setbacks.
Coffee dark, throat burn — fuel for the plan,
Dreams loud like dhaba horns, I move like a man.
Receipt of promises — crumpled in my palm,
City hums, streetlamps flicker, heart keeps calm.
Paper goals, pen scars — I sign in the rain,
Counting little wins, stacking losses to gain.
No pity, no pause — I sharpen my code,
Late-night lists, early alarms, hustle mode.
[Chorus]
Lies cut deep — I rise deeper, (repeat)
Hustle harder, make the pain cheaper.
Lies cut deep — I rise deeper, (repeat)
Grind my name in gold, watch the liars sleep, ya.
[Verse 2 — The Betrayal]
You smiled at my mother, promised forever vows,
Sat at the puja, said the right words — then bowed.
Monday you said “sath” — Tuesday you left the door,
Messages deleted, receipts burned on the floor.
At the station platform, you kissed me and left — no explain,
You took our plans, sold them cheap for instant gain.
Tu hass ke keha, 'main tere naal' — then tu chali gayi,
Photos gone, last seen off, truth quietly betrayed.
Paper contract torn, name scratched off the lease,
You swapped our future for your nightlife peace.
I watched the smoke, felt the sting, tasted bile,
But grief turned to gears, I logged my extra mile.
[Pre-Chorus]
Pain gave me numbers, anger taught the scale,
Every closed door turned into a new trail.
[Chorus]
Lies cut deep — I rise deeper, (repeat)
Hustle harder, make the pain cheaper.
Lies cut deep — I rise deeper, (repeat)
Grind my name in gold, watch the liars sleep, ya.
[Bridge]
From chai-stained notebooks to midnight deals,
From burned receipts to bank-notes, feel the wheels.
I turned your 'bye' into my battle cry,
Tu dhoond lainde hoon jadon main aasman chhad ke fly.
Ashes on the floor — I plant seeds there,
Every lie a ladder rung — I climb, I swear.
This is the turning point — hurt to horsepower,
I trade your silence for the sound of my own hour.
[Verse 3 — Hustle Manifesto]
Neon sign blinks, city whispers my name,
Contracts on the table, I play for bigger game.
No more lullabies — just alarms that scream,
No more false promises, only a steady stream.
I hustle with honor, hustle with spite,
Polish my blade with pain, grind it through the night.
From chai shops to boardrooms, I plant my flag,
From platform lies to headline tags.
Friends say change, family say slow,
I say move — count the wins, let the losses go.
[Chorus — Final]
Lies cut deep — I rise deeper, (x3)
Hustle harder, heart beats cheaper.
Lies cut deep — I rise deeper, (x2)
I built my empire from the ashes of your lies.
[Outro]
Keep your head up, keep your heart true,
Lies fall apart when your hustle do.
Lies cut deep — I rise deeper, (fade)
This one’s for the fighters — grind on, never weaker.
