Kella Lyricsby

Yohani

She walks along the edge of golden sand
Fingertips painted a deep crimson
Dark eyeliner shaping sharp, fearless eyes
A soft voice, a radiant girl
Dancing like moonlight across a stage
Hips wide, unapologetically moving
A mind floating in a bubble of bliss
Drunk on the season of raw desire
She is me…
She is me…
She is me…
She is me…

She walks along the edge of golden sand
Fingertips painted a deep crimson
Dark eyeliner shaping sharp, fearless eyes
A soft voice, a radiant girl

Between cravings and judgments, in the middle of poisoned stares
She’s caught, unblinking
Diving headfirst into a screen lit circus
Choked by filters, clicks, and likes
Her pain tracked by monthly charts
Her truth scribbled across her forehead
Meanings twisted by strangers’ voices online
Am I the misfit? Or just the silence no one heard?
Is beauty invalid if the body doesn’t match the frame?
Is it not considered truth because the length of his manhood was lacking?
Did it all end too soon… shhh… was that his release?
The white bedsheet holds a quiet blood test…

She walks along the edge of golden sand
Fingertips painted a deep crimson
Dark eyeliner shaping sharp, fearless eyes
A soft voice, a radiant girl
Dancing like moonlight across a stage
Hips wide, unapologetically moving
A mind floating in a bubble of bliss
Drunk on the season of raw desire
She is me…
She is me…
She is me…
She is me…

“Kella” is a bold and poetic reflection on how women are seen and judged in today’s world. It starts with vivid admiration – the girl is beautiful, graceful, full of charm. But beneath the surface, the lyrics turn sharply, critiquing the toxic gaze of society, the pressure to conform, and the struggle of navigating identity in a world of online opinions and judgment.

The song contrasts sensual imagery with commentary on body expectations, objectification, and the silent battles women face. It questions whether love, beauty, and authenticity are ever enough when measured against impossible standards.

Yohani uses raw language and layered symbolism to hold up a mirror to both admiration and exploitation. “Kella” isn’t just about one girl – it’s about how society sees all women, and how that gaze can both idolize and wound.