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(Verse 1)

He got shades at night, and a grin full of fate,

Rolls up to the curb — man, he’s never late.

License plate reads: “NO SLEEP 24”,

Anar's got the hustle, and he's back for more.

He don't do apps, just a flip phone ping,

Knows your story by your shoes, man, this dude’s a king.

Says, “Life’s a round trip, but the meter don’t lie,

So pay up, dreamer, before dreams pass you by.”

Drive with Anar, roll the windows down,

He’ll take you through joy, love, or Chinatown.

Cracks a joke, sips tea from a thermos gold,

This cab’s a confession booth on wheels so bold.

Once drove a banker cryin’ in his tie,

“Man lost his bonus, thought he’d rather die.”

Anar said, “Brother, money’s just perfume smoke.

But a warm samosa? That’ll never go broke.”

Had a poet in the back, drunk on despair,

Anar turned up some Boney M and cleared the air.

“Write this down,” he said, “and make it rhyme:

A detour’s just destiny biding its time.”

Ride with Anar, let the night unfold,

He’s got GPS wired straight to your soul.

Brooklyn to Broadway, stories get born —

Each fare a fable in the backseat morn.

So next time you're lost in the New York swirl,

Look for a cab, saffron lights in a whirl.

If the driver hums and the mirror swings —

Congrats, my friend.

You're riding with kings.

You're riding with... Anar.