Sit Down Son

True masculinity is found only in the rare few

And you can’t achieve it just by buying ashes to smear on your body

I’ve put in the grueling work like a stubborn wrestler

That’s why no one dares to stand chest-to-chest against this young man

Like a [Dulla Bagge: a legendary high-quality white stallion], I handle the reins alone

I’m still impossible to catch even if four men try to grab me

I charge at my enemies like a [Saanh: a dominant breeding bull]

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

Now he runs to other artists begging for help

Let’s see who dares to buy into a feud with me, [Jattiye: Female of the Jatt community]

Earlier, I used to write lyrics like a flowing tide

But now I write after drinking poison, [Jattiye: Female of the Jatt community]

I pulled him out of my own pocket and made him someone, yet now he tries to act tough with me

I’ve scrubbed and put aside this four-foot toy; now he’s struggling to remove the snake he wrapped around his own neck

It’s not that easy to defeat this young man

The small moves you make are nothing; the final hand is played by God

I charge at my enemies like a [Saanh: a dominant breeding bull]

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

A common flock can never match the aura of a lone leader, girl

And a leader never has a need for such followers

They are always on the hunt for new prey to serve

That’s why [yours truly] can never vibe with these [Khach: mules/low-tier work animals]

Every other day they go looking for a new master, they have a foul habit of licking boots

The very hands that once supported them by the shoulder, they have bitten those same hands

They claim to be wrestlers back home

But they don't mention that in their own area, they are known as frauds

I charge at my enemies like a [Saanh: a dominant breeding bull]

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

[This Jatt's] car is worth as much as his entire house

And the price of his car is what I wear as a watch on my wrist

I’ve caused a massive stir, representing [Majha: the central region of Punjab known for its warriors and brave folk]

And he still dares to say that nothing has happened yet

The songs I wrote for him crossed a hundred million views

The ones he wrote himself couldn’t even cross fifty

For fifteen years, my [Yaar: close friends/brothers] and my values have remained the same

He hasn't been able to last six months with anyone

I’ve put my whole family on the Billboard charts

While they just talk about their "rising graphs" today

I charge at my enemies like a [Saanh: a dominant breeding bull]

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs

I charge at my enemies like a bull; they run away with their tails tucked between their legs