Navaan Sandhu – Levels & Graphs Lyrics in English (Translation)

It’s Jayb

We’ve lifted our level graph all the way up, girl,
And you keep your eyes fixed on my wrist, girl.
You’ve cast your web of beauty on some other guy,
We’ve risen up from the tables of love, girl.

We’ve lifted our level graph all the way up, girl,
And you keep your eyes fixed on my wrist, girl.
You’ve cast your web of beauty on some other guy,
We’ve risen up from the tables of love, girl.

Alright, I accept—you’ve turned young,
Just twenty-two this year.
You want your diet clean every day,
Even your calories must feel light and clear.
You’ve started going to the gym now,
But don’t even take your protein shake.
And I too, in the early morning,
Take my smoothie for my own sake.

I bow my head, take a vape,
Keep my weapon close beside me, girl.
In this dark age, shadows grow—
And doubt surrounds us endlessly, girl.
Some bonds break upon the teeth,
Some friendships stitch back tight.
People fear empty promises,
Like strangers dressed as light.

But what do I care for anyone?
My ship sails its own wave.
Fresh LV on my core,
Timbs steady on my pave.
I’m the hot topic everywhere,
Among my own and strangers alike.
I roam through cities in Europe,
Burning euros as I strike.

I am a subject of the future,
Not a story of the past.
My mind moves sharp and quickly,
Not stubborn in conflict that lasts.
The issue runs deep and heavy,
Like a seat from the land of Majha.
Don’t ever question me
About meetings or greed’s drama.

I rise beyond shows and noise,
Not bound to snaps or tweets.
I already sense the threats,
And stand firm on my feet.
Don’t ask me more about
Deceit or hunger for gain.
If you must ask, then ask my rivals
How I tear through them again.

Newspapers arrive in bundles,
We don’t buy them one by one.
We measure, then toss them aside,
Like the job is already done.
We don’t keep ties with the rich
Just for names or show.
And mama’s boys in mehfils—
We don’t let them grow.

Through tests and arguments,
Some people flood the scene.
They may look like a million outside,
But inside, they’re barely seen.
Our kind, girl, stand strong,
Even in simple kurta grace.
Blessed by Baba Budha,
When we step, we leave our trace.

Every tension new, we understand,
We don’t fear the cracks inside.
The famous ones you see around
Watch only from behind.
I’ve been taught to strike as well,
My hands know what to do.
Raised like the Sikh regiments,
Breaking through Lanka too.

In war, they measure life’s worth,
They think of its price so deep.
If someone dares to challenge,
I’ll answer—fame or defeat.
Hearing the clash, my ears
Have grown used to the highs.
Say just one word,
And I’ll roll your dice.

When I switch the floor,
I ditch the beat in style.
Yet keep the same pitch flowing,
Make the whole vibe worthwhile.
I keep my woman pleased,
When the moment feels lit.
And when I take a round with friends,
Every brother fits.

When I switch the floor,
I ditch the beat in style.
Yet keep the same pitch flowing,
Make the whole vibe worthwhile.
I keep my woman pleased,
When the moment feels lit.
And when I take a ride sometimes—

She says, “There’s love in your eyes,
But you don’t know how to read it.”
She’s like a flood untamed,
And you don’t know how to lead it.
She asks, “Which battlefield
Are you ready to win?”
She doesn’t know—
I was never meant to give in.

I strike in silence,
I don’t know how to fight loud.
Maybe that’s why I don’t stand
With the faithless crowd.
The well of sorrow runs deep,
I don’t know how to fill it fast.
And if a stranger throws a taunt,
I don’t know how to let it pass.

Well-dressed schemes and elegance—
We’re not rushing into that.
No hurry to commit or marry,
We’re calm, we’re intact.
You crave attention on socials,
That fire you can’t hide.
Go find a rich baby daddy
To fund your fancy ride.

I never forget my mother,
Even in her simple suits.
Now it’s my turn to show her
The world beyond those roots.
My father left no effort undone,
His support always stayed.
I broke through time itself
To reach the path I’ve made.

The soul feels it deeply,
This is a matter of heart.
My voice echoes in the wind,
Like an eagle’s sharp dart.
Some have no home at all,
Some own houses grand.
And some still worry each night
For a simple meal at hand.

We’ve lifted our level graph all the way up, girl,
And you keep your eyes fixed on my wrist, girl.
You’ve cast your web of beauty on some other guy,
We’ve risen up from the tables of love, girl.

We’ve lifted our level graph all the way up, girl,
And you keep your eyes fixed on my wrist, girl.
You’ve cast your web of beauty on some other guy,
We’ve risen up from the tables of love, girl.