Lyrics:
be occasional flourishes
When we forget about the fact
That this is
Warmth poisoned by gratitude
To keep the tourist spirit intact
But these are
the sea, skate with Lau
On a big big bridge with a ten-meter wide sidewalk
cnd a bunch of tourists walking by
We were very at ease
On the coast there is
for an apartment
I would be taken advantage of and cut up by the Mafia
Because that's what happens to unsuspecting people
When they are naïve and never
beleaguered by the snow
A spectacle when the band plays at the show
At the annual festival, when tourists flee in the fall
It's later every year
as the cattle trucks roll by?
Pretend it isn't happening? Turn a blind eye?
See the army convoys quietly passing by?
Heard the helicopters in your little bit
taught
I'm the sauce, yeah, this shit wasn't bought
On your own block you live like a tourist
She double text, every time, I ignore it
Know my
three thoughts
And they are eat, swim... eat
He's a shark he's a shark
I was swimming in the ocean
He's a shark he's a shark
I got picked up by a boat
Wandering through the city, all the people passing by
With disdain on their faces, under the fading light
I snatch the fragile moment, catch them in
Looking at the people passing by
Tourist dragging the suitcases on the roads
Looking at delivery guys
Dragging their dreams on the roads
Looking at delivery
you will be rapist
That got smashed by an artist
Fucking sexist
You were only tourist
Looking like a terrorist
I know you will be rapist
That got
bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack
The smell ah give your girlfriend contact
Some boy nuh know dis, dem only come around like tourist
You don't look a day over ten so why be
Do you have to pretend to be older than you are
Beads and mirrors by your body
And in some roadside bar
salty green and blue
No tourists I remember you
Woken up drunk by the sun
Burning on my beady eyes
Ever since the time she came
She's flayed me with some
from next year's charts|A Capella, high as a hummingbird|I was joined in the seventh chorus|By some tourists from Thunder Bay|And they sang along, wild
a subliminal tourist, I pass by
Unnoticed,
cnd on the ancient limestone wall,
Is carved an ancient sacred Lotus (repeated)
Mind puppy, mind puppy,
Wag your
I'll meet you by the underground
In Camden Town we'll walk there as the sun goes down
In Camden Town
The tourists sing
Oh, they sing
Oh, sing up
back in his N.W.A. days
Niggas spray strays and shoot without looking
Niggas walk by and blast without leaving a footprint
I think the attitudes are
Kill to survive
That is the law across the land
We slaughter mindless zombies
Yet we are the walking dead
In prison by choice
Taking refuge from
the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was
Native lands raped by BLM
No Californian tourist can force my hand
Skumpqua
Skumpqua
Skumpqua
Skumpqua
Gentrifier come to clean our home
No
Florida, it’s like another world
Flying cock a roaches
and billionaires molesting teenage girls
By my third day in Florida, I gave up and made a list
Stories from a small island
Heart of the Caribbean
All divided up in so many regions
Far off from the tourist sights
Country loving brother come
last
The price is still the same as joe's gas
jj gets to work by five in the morning
Day after month after year
Pump the petrol, full serve only
Skin up like lightning
Breathing flames from tourist trade
Your eyes go quite frightening
You lock your gaze on to my face
Heavy eye crawling
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