Lyrics

🎛️ INTRO
Yo, it’s Moondance in the place — aka Amskee!
White on the outside, Jalzfrezi on the face, ya feel me?

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🎶 VERSE 1
His name’s Umman, but no one knew how,
Goreh gave up quick — just call him Amski now.
He listens to white trash, sips that white wine,
“Oi bruv, it's Sunday Roast?” — that’s his vibe all the time.

Tried to teach bhangra? Nah, he gave up fast,
Now it’s House and Jungle and jeans from the past.
He supports Arsenal, bless his heart,
That club’s more broken than a Aldi shopping cart.

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🔥 CHORUS / HOOK (DROP)
🎶 “Amskee… pretty fly for a white guy!” 🎶
He’s got no spice, just mayo in the sky.
🎶 Amskee… tryna bhangra but whyyy?”
He thinks he is white— well hel gives it a try.

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🎶 VERSE 2
Oldest in the crew, call his Paki brown arse, DAD,
Brings Werther’s Originals, says “These ain’t bad.”
At the club, DJ’s playin’ DnB,
He’s outside Googling “What’s an EDM beat?”

He’s got socks with sandals, loves a roast,
But try spicy curry? He’ll give up the ghost.
Still, we love him, he’s one of the pack,
Even if he stretches before a dance track.

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🔥 CHORUS (DROP 2)
🎶 Amskee… pretty fly for a white guy! 🎶
Brings oat milk lattes to a chicken fry.
🎶 Amskee… he’s aged like samosa pie!
Crunchy on the edge, soft DADDY GUY.

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🎶 BRIDGE (SPOKEN FUNNY BREAK)
“Yo fam… Arsenal lost again.”
“That’s not news, bruv — that’s tradition.”
“Anyone seen Amskee?”
“Yeah, he’s in the corner explaining what quinoa is to the aunties.”

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🎛️ OUTRO
So raise a toast to this hybrid dude,
Half spice, half WHITE — A SELL OUT DUDE
Amskee forever, our Moondance delight,
KUNNJJARR AND PEADO, WITH MORE KIDS THAN EYE SIGHT