Lyrics

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• Chorus
• Verse 2
• Bridge
• Final Chorus / Outro

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🎤 [Intro - spoken, lo-fi beat building]

Yo…
Back in Hounslow, at Lampton School,
There was a boy named Sanjay — too cool for rules,
Brains like a bomb, style like a glitch,
Now he’s the main character… welcome to the switch.

(beat drops: dirty bass, indie guitar riff)

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🎸 [Verse 1]

Sanjay, sharp like a switchblade,
Flipped A-levels like pancakes — straight A’s.
Oxford halls, yeah he ran that maze,
No cheat codes, just raw upgrade.

Stacked that brain, built that name,
From tube trains to a flat with a city view frame.
Old skool Merc with the seats that recline,
Targa-top Beamer, cruising back in time.

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🔥 [Pre-Chorus]

But you can’t cuddle a payslip,
And success gets cold when you face it.
All these wins but the nights stayed quiet,
’Til love dropped in like a riot.

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🎶 [Chorus - Big rock indie anthem feel]

Now he’s flossin’ love like a new gold chain,
Got a queen with a heart, now he’s playin’ the game.
No more one-shower-a-week man ways,
Now he’s fresh, clean, trimmed — a self-made flame.

Pluckin’ nose hairs, smellin’ like Dior,
Brushin’ his teeth like never before.
They’re the couple from a model dream,
Sixteen kids, every one a scene.

(Yeah, Sanjay and his queen — power love supreme.)

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🎸 [Verse 2]

Used to be solo, now it’s duet mode,
She’s the update that cracked his code.
Date nights, deep chats, vintage wine,
He brings the logic, she brings the shine.

Now he’s manscaped, moisturized, mind right,
Kissin’ in the mirror every date night.
From algorithms to affection,
She turned his mirror to his own reflection.

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🌌 [Bridge - slow, dreamy, layered vocals]

Flat full of laughter, Sunday roast crew,
Crib like a catalogue, every view’s new.
Eight sets of twins and they all got style,
Tiny little models with a cheeky smile.

No trophy life — this is soul-deep,
Love that grows when the money can’t speak.
He’s a man remade, not just success,
But a heart that found what matters best.

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💥 [Final Chorus - stacked vocals, anthemic finish]

Now he’s flossin’ love like a new gold chain,
Got a queen with a heart, now he’s playin’ the game.
No more one-shower-a-week man ways,
Now he’s fresh, clean, trimmed — a self-made flame.

Pluckin’ nose hairs, smellin’ like Dior,
Brushin’ his teeth like never before.
They’re the couple from a model dream,
Sixteen kids, every one a scene.

(Yeah, Sanjay and his queen — love so supreme.)
(Fade out with crowd chants: “Sanjay! Sanjay! Sanjay!”)