Lyrics:
Well, a long time ago in a foreign land
The Lord made the woman and He made the man
He made 'em equal and He made 'em free
With very little
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign
Looking for some other explanation.
The Indian, her back was poised for an attack.
She said 'a tattoo is a badge of validation'.
But the truth
in a hostile foreign land
The message we're proclaiming is repentance and forgiveness
The offer of salvation to a dying race of man
To love
New York, stand the fuck up (yeah)
You know what's goin' on, nigga
Fivio, Barbie
Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga
(That's Fivio Foreign, Nicki
floating down through the clouds
memories come rushing up to meet me now
in the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
i
a fan, sir (fan, sir)
Can't keep her man off my Instagram, sir ('Gram, sir)
New slaves, but I'm still the master (master)
I'm whippin' foreigns to make
of secret service
Employed to collect secrets
One country relies on them
Living in a foreign country
While working for his nation
Living in a foreign country
Number one in acquisitions
There is no foreign soil
Go global like a round thing
Go global like a hole
Every money matchmaker
Splicing green
lookin' at walkin' licks?
The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips
The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor
Gold
this time
Is the Man in the Mask or the Indian
An enemy or a friend of mine?
Help save the youth of America
Help save the youth of the world
Help
this time
Is the Man in the Mask or the Indian
An enemy or a friend of mine?
Soho!
Help save the youth of America
Help save the youth
this time
Is the Man in the Mask or the Indian
An enemy or a friend of mine?
Soho!
Help save the youth of America
Help save the youth
in a hostile foreign land
The message we're proclaiming is repentance and forgiveness
The offer of salvation to a dying race of man
To love
Went out to eat in a restaurant
From a foreign land
I think it was Indian
Located in the hippest neighbourhood
The food tasted good
The owner was
to ashes and dust to dust)
Steel still rusts
(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust)
A third of his life off in a foreign land
Thanks for your service
the pot, almost caught a domestic
Might buy the block, build it up like it's Tetris
Too many foreign vibes all in my session
Too many foreign vibes all in
of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got
service (ooh)
Foreign cars, that's every day (vroom)
That EDE done drop, I hit for twenty k (I just made twenty thousand)
An SPA (uh) and ninety-seven
Tryin' to get that Madonna you know Hannah Montana
Can find me sittin' Indian style with the Dalai lama
Konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara
I'm
hitter, foreign drop whipper
For my cold killers, for my soul lifters
Body bag fillers, for my go-getters
Trey-eight gripper, dope brick flipper
Bad bitch
On the green grass down below
Elizabeth
Our fathers came and settled where the ground was flat
Drew water from the Indian wells
Cut timber from the rolling
the service of the Crown
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the roller's thunder
On a shore that isn't mine
Privateering, we will go
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