Lyrics:
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
I was his foreigner
And he was mine
We ate on terraces
And drank the cheapest wine
And he believed in me
Down by the serpentine
How was I to know
It
on the corner
They don't know the hood, they foreigners
We was busting at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flying over the hood, they see us
Showing
forgot her name
Something that sounds like Penelope
May be a French twang to it
Tongue was quick, she was French I knew it
A lovely foreigner, born into
Harbors opened their arms to the young searching foreigner
Come to live in the light of the beacon of liberty
Planes and open skies, billboards
gone tomorrow
Another daylight foreigner
He's just a weekend warrior
Come Monday play like anyone
Not around and turned around
He only listens
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
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
choice, the minarets
The wailing voice
And vaguely Celtic music fills the air
We choose a foreigner to hate
The new Iraq gets more irate
We really know
choice, the minarets
The wailing voice
And vaguely Celtic music fills the air
We choose a foreigner to hate
The new Iraq gets more irate
We really know
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are
mind so I’m just a constant mourner
I feel like a foreigner baby what are you wanting
Pardon you for disrupting
My melancholy my woe is me so I lust
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
I know Kyoto well as a foreigner can
No gaijin really knows japan
We can walk the streets
Take in the view
The Kamogawa flows true
I'd love
It took me two hours (Moon Rock)
Down by the beach babe
She wanna woosah
I wanna escape
Moon Rock
Down by the beach babe
I wanna move
Let's
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
has infinite and unlimited power
By listening to this but also by visiting any of my albums you're literally entering my current state of mind
You
emotion
If you take a quick second to look at the song titles of the album
I want you to look at the last song title
And read it
Read each title one by one
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are
What you mean?
He just ain't wit your mother
He's got other partners
He's a foreigner though
The cops don't like
Illegal alien
Can't even say his name
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