Lyrics:
It just don't feel right
Not having you by my side
The thought of you would run me out of town
I've been gone a few days
Tryna' get away from your
Hold on wait
This where I started
September the kiido
Im up by youre pardon
Music great again
They loving my voice
The loving the choruses
I Had
expose a joker to the flame
Upon the road we snatch a cobra by the fangs
Goofy nigga spazzing had to put him in his place yeah
Fuego shorty snapping I
Drop another brick rn fimi head chip Zone6 Juss pull up and shot him a man quick animosity choppi bag up e molly yh we nawmal nw and by tomorrow we
know weed
Too long like foreigner
Weh yuh wah do, charge misa Palmer
Betta yuh just hol likkle money and gawn yah
Memba seh mi nuh gi trouble pon di
stashed by some chambers
Barracuda grip, big stones is in my banger
El Chapo, guns more rockier than mountain
Stopped the James Bond van and piss in
cut it off and the block don't move. It's the return of the obvious, nature by the naughtiest, hand clapping, hand dapping, rapping for the audience,
of all those foreigners
Fear of all their crimes
Is this the life we really want? (want, want, want, want)
It surely must be so
For this is a democracy
true calling from God
Hid like Jonah in the club with bottles of corona
Surrounded by models and owners, and cronic smokers
The ones that you find in
immigrant mind
His land devastated by war
Victor went searching for more
In America
Charlie fell in love in the city of lights
The sidewalks, wino's,
Sweet lover of mine
Oh, let me take you dancing
Sweet lover of mine
The scar of the foreigner
Sweet lover of mine
Let's go dancing, go dancing
don't trip
Kidnappers could snatch and ambush your kids
I'm on the low I ain't tryna be a martyr
It don't help I stand out like a foreigner
Nah I
be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be
don't need to campaign
I'm on a journey devil can't retard me
Flyer like plane speeding like a Bugatti
Moving by the spirit glory to glory
Never back down
Foreigner, in the hall of the gods
Teach me war
Blessed violence
Attrition
Taught to bleed without fear
Unburdened by the promise of pain
Started thuggin' by the time I came back in December
All my aunties say I'm something else
Every holiday, you never see me by myself
January and them
From the jump, they made up lies,
Threatened by us, afraid of us winning
Started fake rumors pertaining to size,
Cause they were scared of us taking
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
We don't play
We don't play
By the rules
By the rules
No no no we
on mad trees
By the ocean/sun Pekinese and palm trees
M city is the land of the free
Welcome to Monrovia
It's an itty bitty city/place where the girl dem
ya child is back.
The prowl intact.
Just tryna get a dollar.
And I fuck with daisy cause she living by the dollop.
Time to make something shake
the bitches cry
See this boy flying
Yeah im high
So what
Im slow youre slower
Ill rip it behind the wheel
Learned to drive by the ps controller
You should
It starts with the head multiplies by living dead arms
Stretches out from dirt popping sockets pulling hair next thing
Lying up on a stretcher
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
Trying to be everything for everybody else
I put all of my books neatly back up on the shelf
Constant knives at my back
Eagle watching eyes
Foreigner
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