Clap It Back

Intro

Mm

Mm-hmm

Mm

Verse 1

Grandma's courtyard smells like jasmine and rain

She hums a melody older than the train

Hands beat the darbuka through the afternoon

Warm bread and mint tea and a half-moon

I move through the crowd with my headphones low

Bassline thuds while her ney still blows

Pre-Chorus

Two worlds in my pocket

One heart in the middle

She taught me the rhythm

I give it a new title

Chorus

Chaabi in my veins and the trap in my flow

Little drum, big beat, watch the whole room glow

Old song, new voice, let the story go

Grandma's hands clapping turning up the show

Post-Chorus

Ay-ay-ay

Ay-ay-ay

Clap it back

Clap it back

Verse 2

She says don't forget the face of your land

I nod and count the hi-hats in my hand

Mandole strings stretched across the night

My 808s rumble through the lamplight

Her words are gold and mine are steel

Both of them honest only one of them real

Pre-Chorus

Two worlds in my pocket

One heart in the middle

She taught me the rhythm

I give it a new title

Chorus

Chaabi in my veins and the trap in my flow

Little drum, big beat, watch the whole room glow

Old song, new voice, let the story go

Grandma's hands clapping turning up the show

Post-Chorus

Ay-ay-ay

Ay-ay-ay

Clap it back

Clap it back

Bridge

Her songs I could sing

My beats she could feel

The same fire burning

Different ways to peel

Chorus

Chaabi in my veins and the trap in my flow

Little drum, big beat, watch the whole room glow

Old song, new voice, let the story go

Grandma's hands clapping turning up the show