Fucking on the way to the function stupid dumb illiterate
Fucking on the way to the function

Heems

I'm a child of immigrants
Yo I speak the mother tongue, but I'm illiterate
I'm an idiot, but only just a little bit
I'm inconsiderate
Smoking on a cigarette
I'm belligerent, with a golden soul
I'm not Janet Jackson, I got no control
I'm bold and beautiful, I'm getting old
Punjabi Oscar Isaac, I'm so cold
Heemy been in the game for a minute
And got more spirit than glenlivet
Or glenfiddich, I see no limits
White people hear me and say that's the ticket
I'm lost and found, I'm lost I'm brown
I paid the cost to be the boss in town
I turned my frown, upside down,
Along the way, I made some sounds

Sid Sriram

Fucking on the way to the function stupid dumb illiterate
Fucking on the way to the function stupid dumb illiterate

Sad was the man with a golden soul
All that he found didn't make him whole
Crashes and phases of lost and found along the way, along the way

Sad was the man with a golden soul
All that he found didn't make him whole
Crashes and phases of lost and found along the way, along the way