Letras
Once upon a time in the land of Asia
People made food, it was really good
Dang, history happened
& centuries later, that food got shook
But that food still good
Just changed a little bit like all things do
Here in America, now a Diaspora
What’s an Asian-American to do?
Do I be a purist and simply eschew
Any food that my ancestors wouldn’t approve?
Pretend like I’m not a walk-in talkin ball of contradictions
and second gen immigrant youth?
Nah man screw that imma run it
I’m feelin free. And I love it
Imma like what I like, Imma want what I want
And I get what I got cuz I want it
I move to the beat to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
Cool shoes on my feet to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
I throw a hand up to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
I go to Panda... to express myself
I don’t care
What the people gon' say
Bout what I put on my plate
Imma do this my way
Cuz you know
That I’m East enough
That I’m West enough
If you don’t like it then...tough
I eat my orange chicken
Without a hint of shame
The chicken so dang tangy
I don’t care that it’s a chain
I eat my orange chicken
Without a hint of shame
The chicken so dang tangy
I don’t care that it’s a chain
When you's an Asian fella (mhmm)
You get stereotyped (oh no)
It's hella lame when people say the dumb ish
on their mind (ohh)
Do you despair about it?
Cry that they're wrong 'bout chu?
Here’s what you do
Just keep on doin you and you and you and
Maybe I'm cool, maybe I'm a geek
Either way my cheeks, they’re in the drivers seat
Maybe who I am and who I wanna be
Is the same dang thing, that's sweet (yeet)
So every little bit of thing that you see