Lapata Lyrics – Yo Yo Honey Singh & Pho

[Verse 1: Yo Yo Honey Singh]
In this section, Yo Yo Honey Singh sings about the feeling of slipping away from self-control. He describes how he used to be composed and simple but is now becoming reckless due to indulgence in substances. The imagery of being "lost" captures this internal transformation. He emphasizes the physical sensations of being intoxicated and how it affects his sense of self.

[Chorus: Yo Yo Honey Singh]
The chorus reinforces the theme of being lost, as Yo Yo Honey Singh questions his awareness and ability to control his breathing, metaphorically pointing to losing control of his life. He refers to his indulgence and the blurring lines between reality and escape, asking for guidance from the bartender ("saki") to teach him how to regain control.

[Verse 2: Pho]
Pho's verse takes a seductive turn, shifting the focus to a romantic encounter. He talks about being physically overwhelmed by his partner's beauty and charm. The verses use vivid descriptions of her appearance and how she makes him lose his tough exterior. The mix of luxury and sensuality in his words reflects how deeply captivated he is by her, as his once rigid personality softens.

[Outro: Yo Yo Honey Singh]
In the outro, Yo Yo Honey Singh returns to the idea of being lost, this time extending the concept to life’s unpredictability. He acknowledges that desires of the body are natural, but also fleeting. He invites his partner on a soulful escape, where they can both disappear from the world for a few days, continuing the theme of indulgence in both pleasure and escape.

Keep your senses a little or get a little high

The support of his loneliness is ruining me

I am slipping a little, slipping out of his hands

I was quite simple before, now I have spoiled a lot

I am

My senses are also missing

How do I control them

Breaths and saqi

I am Ila

I tell you

How do I control my senses

Breaths and saqi teach me

Bastard, it is the fault of the night, the intoxication of the fourth glass

I caress you with love, bowing my head I said

Sir, you are slipping a little

You are slipping out of my hands, you were quite tough before

Now you are melting a lot

How do I control my senses

Sir, your rising youth does not ask for justice or fate

You have kept your French high with brilliance

Just like you get NEET, I have no doubt

You can ask for my life too, you have the right

All of you have brought me the line of your enjoyment Tuck
I have made you a pile, whoever has looked back

Whoever has seen the temperature of my heart

Seeing my figure, the boy obsesses

I have seen it in my wrists

Will sow it in my feet tomorrow

Who has seen it

They definitely know what is the fault of the body, baby

Let me take you on a soul trip

And someone goes

Disappears in my senses

Where do I handle it

How do I handle it

Saas o sakhi de

I tell you, Ila

I know how do I handle it

Saas o sakhi de friend