Upu Ma Faaliliuga - Thanks A Lot 2
— usu e Dino James
"Thanks A Lot 2" upu ma faaliliuga. Saili poo ai na tusia lenei pese. Su'e po'o ai na faia ma fa'atonu o lenei vitio musika. "Thanks A Lot 2" fatu pese, fatuga, fa'atulagaina, fa'asalalauga fa'asalalauga, ma isi. "Thanks A Lot 2" o se pese e faia i le hindi. "Thanks A Lot 2" o loo usuina e Dino James
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"Thanks A Lot 2" Lyrics
"Thanks A Lot 2" ei ai upu i le hindi gagana.
From the album Priceless by Dino James
#dinojames #priceless
Audio Credits:
Song Name: Thank A Lot 2
Written & Performed: Dino James
Producer: Bluish Music
Mixed by: Shah Rule
Mastered by: Abhishek Ghatak
Saxophone: Harsh Bhavsar
Lyrics:
Verse 1
Literally aaye hum yahan par sadkon se, bro,
Mili blessings pain ki, toh saare merge hote road.
Kiye sacrifices kaafi, roya mard hoke bohot,
Abhi har chhote ko kehta hu ki, "Tum kar doge, bro!"
Jab bhi kharch hote note, toh mera sir jhuke roz,
Mere har toote thought ke peeche mansoobe bahut.
Meri sanduke stored—aur kam hai kandhon pe bhoj,
Jaisa maa ne socha tha, hum waisa ban chuke dost.
I gave up many times, thought I would be done,
Par socha nahi tha aisa hoga—I will be stunned.
Saare shabd barse upar se, like Gayatri Mantra,
Now I'm just going with the flow—Let Thy Will Be Done!
Verse 2
Sunn, kaun nahi karta mehnat? Kaun nahi karta hard work?
Hai blessings mere saath, unko mila hard luck.
Unke ghar pe nahi hai grocery, mere yahan par bathtub,
Jisne kiya woh angel, jo ni kar paya woh rakshas.
Thank You for the failure, and thank You for the hope, God.
Thank You from the fam, aur dil se saare dost, God.
Thank You for the food I eat, and thank You for the clothes, God.
Thank You for Your smiles and making me the source, God.
Thank You for the highs, and thank You for the lows.
Thank You, God, for listening aur khola apne door.
Jo socha nahi tha, zindagi woh jee raha hu mein roz.
Thank You for the map—now I can clearly see the road.
Verse 3
Sagar kaise sukhega? Sunn, kankar phenk ke?
Beta, dost nahi banate hain hum number dekh ke.
I can die for my dogs, and they can die for me.
Hum gaadi chhoda nahi karte, sunn, puncture dekh ke.
Koi chadh nahi raha hu seedi, Khuda mujh mein khud maujood hai.
Main escalator pe khada, steps chalte khud ba-khud hai.
Hote hain ajoobe, wohi dino ka wajood hai.
Now I’m standing with my head down—mujhe sab qabool hai.
DJ scratching on the beat, 'coz we started from the scratch.
They started scratching heads, unka baith nahi raha hai math.
Paisa mere bank mein, never got into my head.
Oh Lord, oh Lord—I’m too fuckin’ blessed.
Verse 4
Main haar ho ya jeet, kuch nahi karta hu main own.
Aur kuch nahi karta own, tabhi le nahi paoge throne.
ki bhook nahi, aise rakhe nahi hai goals.
Meri destiny decided, dino ka kar raha hu main role.
Saare bars they scattered, aur mere khwab they shattered.
Se hare baaz ke feathers—main dhang se saans nahi le pa raha.
Saare dark they colour, phir chhaya art se terror.
Main khud se war se fed up—kya ye aukaat se zyada?
Phir suna Marshall Mathers—phir only Marshall mattered.
Woh mujhe marta rapper—woh bola, "For God's sake, shut up!"
Main bas tha Scarface rebel, phir hue faasle better.
Bas khud ka saath tha, brother—apne aap ko shout-out!
Verse 5
Demands poore huye, phir bhi demanding mera brain.
Nahi hai paas mein Rolls Royce, aur nahi hai private plane.
But these are not my words, it’s a Mac Miller saying:
"Sitting in the first class, it’s tough to complain."
Hum koi first-class mein baithne wale log thodi hai.
Kitne bar toote, aur kitni humne hope chhodi hai.
Bohot aaye gaye life mein—sab woh dost thodi hai.
Main bhedo mein nahi tha, phir bhi ye GOAT story hai.
Ab hain numbers thode zyada, par koi growth thodi hai?
Paisa nahi hai jeb mein, par tu broke thodi hai?
Yeh sab kuve ke hain maindak, yeh koi globe thodi hai.
Yeh hip-hop music hai, raja—koi joke thodi hai!
Outro
You made sure I was fed, and You took care of my nest.
You gave me all the jams, so that I can eat my bread.
My legs and my waist, and my chest and my head—
I can never pay this off—I am forever in Your debt.
I own nothing, but You never treat me like a guest.
I say it, I deserve it, but I never really prepped.
Dino is just a breath—it’s all blood and flesh.
I just follow orders—I never manifest.
Thank You for the well-wishers, and thank You for the enemies.
Thank You for the lyrics, and thank You for the melody.
Thank You for the pain, and thank You for the remedy.
Thank You for anxiety, and thank You for the therapy.
Nahi aati karni baat—kaise karu main start?
Kaise kahu "Dhanyavaad" aur kholu main heart?
Tune jo bhi diya, saare poore kiye khwab.
All I wanna say
Thanks a lot. (x3)