Its full of colors, its full of fun
The last one though was unintended pun
This is yours & this is mine
All izz Well is now Modi’s line
Powerplay is not just on the field
Theres so much pressure, who is gonna yield?
Everyone wants to cover their a**
Oh, these times, will they pass?
Foreign players are limited to four
Foreign funds they seem to pour
Players sweat for the money they get
Whos your money on, that’s the bet
Night after night we watch the match
Oblivious to all the plots they hatch
Oh my god, it’s a WMD
All of a sudden it feels so empty
There comes the Master & plays a shot
From a low to high & fixes our heart
F*** u all, jus leave the game alone
When I say this, I know I am not alone
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