B.A.D. (Bold And Dangerous.)

“Produced by 'Fatal Urge Carefree Kiss'.”

Intro:

Addo addi, es geet de vich gallan aun giyan.
(Many statments will be made in this song.)
Jidde jidde te lagdi hove,
(Whoever the shoe fits,)
Ji sadke sada gussa karan.
(May feel free to be offended by us.)
Sadde chit’ch aaya, asin likh ta.
(We felt like it, we wrote it!)
Sadde chit’ch aaya, asin ga ta.
(We felt like it, we sang it!)

Verse 1:

People suffered but they prayed.
With a hope they faced and braved.
They were promised they’ll be heard.
But sorry I’m running late.

Had to write too much fate!
But now you have got a date.
I may even let you rate!
And then call me I’m the great.

Your crimes were too heinous.
Had to mess with a genius!
So I’m here to make you sad.
Feel too sorry, feel too bad.

Chorus:

Cause I’m mad, mad, mad, mad,
Like in really very mad.
I’m mad for no wealth son.
Mad, mad, mad for no wealth son!

I am bad, bad, bad, bad
Rising fad, very bad,
I am bad for your health son.
Bad, bad, bad for your health son.

Well son,
That’s Bold and Dangerous!

Verse 2:

Life is down to game of nods.
Sinners pray in name of lord.
I may really be a man.
But for you I’m really God.

When they raise a hue and cry.
You just leave them there to die.
Yet are great for they all try.
I may bow to their deeds high.

Their lives are too precious.
You are sycophant and vicious.
I may drop you in a bag.
Make you beg before I drag.

Chorus:

Cause I’m mad, mad, mad, mad,
Like in really very mad.
I’m mad for no wealth son.
Mad, mad, mad for no wealth son!

I am bad, bad, bad, bad
Rising fad, very bad,
I am bad for your health son.
Bad, bad, bad for your health son.

Well son,
That’s Bold and Dangerous!