Lyrics:
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
[originally performed by Foreigner]
I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it
the foreigners
And you’re not around
Divide by eight, multiply by five
Divide by eight, multiply by five
Counting kilometres
Trying to translate
Is this what I
a rest
We appear from every direction
The resurrection is witnessed by millions across the globe
Nonetheless, scratches are vital
The beats of course,
The name's Carl, Brutananadilewski
Rolling two deep, 2 wycked in my 2-seat
Live in a house by the aqua teen kids
With oil in the driveway that looks
more refined day by day
2021 was a big one
2021 was a big one
Going back to the home of my ancestors
Still don't have an ID 'cause I'm a foreigner
New
You just pick the right enemy
Commies, muslims and foreigners
And trust human nature
One hundred and forty-signs politics
Alt-facts insults and ego
Quiet district in the east
Summer nights walking in the rain
Monsoon in a moment
Waiting by the ocean for a train
In the sunrise still going where
by the dozens, surrounded by helpless mourners
Trials and tribulations, tobacco stores by the corners
While the foreigners find a profit, all my people
of peace
In the heavenly north
Called the East by a Mazdean priest
Fast for days, then feast on delicacies
The sun rays manifest as the life, the food,
a foreigner
Wear no crown, I am a road warrior
Not your hero, not your savior
I’ll be gone tomorrow,
I’ll be gone tomorrow, see ya later!
Seize the day by
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,
of madmen, they’ve been falsely labeled
By bigotry, victimized for a different creed
The color of their skin finds them guilty of sin
While innocent people
of inexistent
He knew not he's on mission
To be a shepherd, King
Day by day his blood went worse
To remind him of a curse
Himself
Of a curse in himself
Diplomatic checks, step by step, yeah, yeah
Wanna take you on a trip, yeah
Private jet, get in right of the strip, yeah
Broken arms and legs still the best
(What's the cheat code?)
(Tell me how you got the cheat code)
(Damn, I need the cheat code)
(cyo Foreigner you crazy for this one)
They say Devan,
led by the blind)
Because the mouth lie with words but the heart don't
Many change up with the seasons fall apart like leaves
If you tune while I'm
Here if you want me
Listening so close, from far away
I memorized what you told me
Like a foreigner on holiday
I know to smile at confusion
Don't
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
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
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