SHAVA + SAATHIYA ft. .soma & guptabeats Lyrics

That's the way our parents are.

Ages zero through thirty, "No girls"

At thirty-five, "Why can't you talk to girls"

That's basically it. "Ah, you kill me"

Pulled up decked out in my black kurta

Pour the lassi right down in my bright red cup

I be helping out when I see her sari get stuck

Kama Sutra done taught you white boys how to f*ck

Main hoon woh aadmi

Teri jaan le li

Dekho meri gaadi

Ab bajao seeti

Smooth on this beat like I'm Hritik Roshan

Flow a little wet please proceed with caution

Filter the beat out I'm tryna hear the manjeeras

Shine with the vibe, ladka heera hai heera

Jeena oh jeena, dil cheena oh cheena

Are apne haath pe dekh, paseena paseena

Switching egos like I'm Danny Pudi

Put a whole in you like pani puri

Ab teri kahani huyi poori ki poodi

Pulled up decked out in my black kurta

Pour the lassi right down in my bright red cup

I be helping out when I see her sari get stuck

Kama Sutra done taught you white boys how to f*ck

Main hoon woh admi

Teri jaan le lee

Dekho meri gaadee

Ab bajao seetee

I should write a throwaway, I said f*ck that fool

Made that bitch lay down, she playing with my tool

Taking shit from the gora girl, hella cruel

If she said some more shit, I hit that fool as in

Hit her with my dick

Finna colonize that bitch, 1600s shit

So far back, race relations didn't exist

Then I melted in her mouth, thought she ate a kiss

Tell me tell you a story about a girl in eighth grade

Thought she rocking with your young man's fade

But she said all brown boys are nerds and geeks

With stinky ass feet, eating curry for weeks

Ayo what u say

You stupid colonizer bitch

Boutta smash your face in with a daandiya stick

Ayo what

Okay that didn't really happen

Those reparations were left to imagine, uh

OH SHAVHA

OH SHAVHA

OH SHAVHA

OH SHAVHA

MAHIYA SAY

AY AY OH SHAVHA

AY AY OH SHAVHA

AY AY OH SHAVHA

AY AY OH SHAVHA

AY AY OH SHAVHA

AY AY OH SHAVHA

AY AY OH SHAVHA

AY AY OH SHAVHA

Pulled up to her house in a scooty

Brown boys, yea we making hella rupees

She said please, put me in kuthi

She likes mangoes, that's a bit fruity

I saw Mr. Kutch dipped his face in the mud

Never will he know the real beige honey chestnut

They lack the real effort to get to really know us

Never looked within the skin cause that shit made of golden

And they always poking, never stop poking

We just turn our backs and act like we aint never notice

Why these people telling telling our stories like they'll ever know shit

Putting our culture through white filters, telescoping

Talk about first brown boy to get it popping

He the only brown boy he ever talking about

It's your own kind at times, fail to stand by your side

Shove the filters in their eyes till they gone blind

I just need some screen time from people of the same mind

Not just in the scene but pull the ropes from behind

So our religion don't get reduced to aesthetics

Or used as Rihanna's titty pics as woke false credit

Papa said no point in being sentimental

But they treat out people like some cargo, just a rental

Send me back to the land when they done with me

Making mockeries, calling it their comedy

I can see slowly see the change coming from within

Mud is shaking and our roots are finally breaking in

Can you feel it, that's our fucking power, better put some respect on it