Official music video for 'Indian Summer' by Shuba
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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

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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

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