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Shuba - Indian Summer (Official Music Video)

Official music video for 'Indian Summer' by Shuba Listen now at   music.shubaofficial.com/indiansummer   Video shot & edited by Media Bear Hair and Makeup by Bear Campbell Choreography by HQV2 Creative Denim Jacket designed by BABBU & Ale Walls Design Costume design by Kathleen Guytingco Female model - Richa Rajan Male model - Happs "Baddies" - Sejal Kumar, Zxena, Nishi, Harjeet Kaur, & Shreya Preeti Follow Shuba: ►  shubaofficial.com   ►Instagram -   / shubamusic   ►Spotify -   spoti.fi/2f6lgud   ►TikTok -   / tiktokbrownchick   ►Facebook -   / shubamusic   ►Twitter -   / shubamusic   Written by Shubha Vedula, Jackson Wise, Chris Carroll, & Landen Rosenbloom Produced by HOMI & Big Chris Mastered by Mystery Room Mastering 'Indian Summer' lyrics: Ooh I took another risk Looking for a high and I let him get a hit, now he wants an Indian summer Ooh I love to make it drip No vanilla skies when I kiss him on the lips Now he wants an Indian summer Paradox Henna on my hands and whisky on the rocks Baby stay right where I put you I’ve been reading Kama Sutra If you want to You can make me wet just like the monsoon Tell me everything you’re gonna do Run your fingers on my tattoos Let him feel the hot sun Bet he need ice Yeah he love my passion Yeah he want spice Brown cinnamon Cause he love my brown eyes Gave it to him once Now he wanna hit twice Ooh I took another risk Looking for a high and I let him get a hit, now he wants an Indian summer Ooh I love to make it drip No vanilla skies when I kiss him on the lips Now he wants an Indian summer Flows too tight for the chill beats I’m too fly for the feelsies He’s like fire to the cool breeze Lose my mind for the 6 feet Cause you can’t beat The way he grind on my backseat Up and down til I can’t breathe Pass out when he kiss me Lose track of time when it’s in me (woah) I’m supposed to be a lady They say I’m going crazy Guess it messed my head up when people were calling me “Miss Shady” Just shut your mouth, embrace me Or I’ll go Patrick Swayze I’m either heaven-sent or I’ve been sent from Hades Caught from the top not in the plot I’m gonna rot My body’s in hell now Angels of God making a mark, looking at me 10 feet when I fell down If you want our innocence don’t flood our screens with all this shit You can never tell a brown baddie when it’s time to quit Ooh I took another risk Looking for a high and I let him get a hit, now he wants an Indian summer Ooh I love to make it drip No vanilla skies when I kiss him on the lips Now he wants an Indian summer