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 whiskey 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 want my passion
Yeah, he want spice

Brown cinnamon
'Cause he love my brown
Gave it to him once
Now he wanna hit twice

Ooh, I took another risk
Looking for a high now 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 falsies
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 till' I can't breathe
Pass out when he kiss me
Lose track of time when it's in me (whoa)

I'm supposed to be a lady
They say I'm going crazy
Guessed it messed my head up when people were calling me Miss Shady
Just shut your mouth, embrace me
Or I'll go Patrick Wayne

I'm either from 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 now 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 in the lips
Now he wants an Indian summer