Songteksten

Don't make me smash your melon up Try throwin shade on melanin Send them 7-UP I'm better bitter with the lemon in They put their boots on our ground I put my roots in their ground I put my truth in this sound I'll spit my truth and it's brown I don't give a fuck about the cash you stack Or the crown on your skull you ain't Basquiat Or the prince of Denmark so rizzy boy Piss on their benchmarks til white kids wanna be Paks Your brown planet, it's gonna be that The man frown, panic, and wanting me out But I'm outstanding 'cause I stand out Where I was standing there's gonna be plaques It's my house I'll spit my truth and it's brown I'll spit my truth and it's brown Who made you cool it's me Who gave you jewelry Gave you real food to eat Mughal turned Mowgli Not gonna ask for it back it's mine Them bastards don't want a Pak to shine Leave the tea leaves I'll spell out the sign That, that, that, that's mine Them a try pulling me down I'm not having that Swam too far to drown it's my habitat Buried in a English fields you can't dig us out Riots, we turned Bradford to Karbala Just wanna zoot, cuppa tea & my country back Porsche with portion mixed grill my sadaqah Live with mum bought a Beamer 'Cause heavens at her feet, Wilmslow road on Eid's Medina I'll spit my truth and it's brown
Writer(s): Rizwan Ahmed, Thomas Richard Calvert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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