Lyrics:
foreigners
So hey, you, you wanna marry us?
Prayers, the cross, they carry us
I wanna get out 'cause I'm curious
I'm serious, I hope you are feeling us
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
He sees the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees
by his manager but
He wasn't no amateur
He saw what time they took their money
Over to the Bank of America
So they timed their arrival for reprisals
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run laps round lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
Still
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
and seaweed
Burning on the beach
So won’t you stop explaining
The foreigners invading
Or why it’s always raining
It’s all the same to me
When I am
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
â??Dear Father in Heavenâ??.
The next day I was scheduled to begin this seminar on language. I'd been very struck by this prayer and I wanted to talk about
took my heart and they stepped on it (wow)
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself, homie (huh)
These fuck niggas made me sick, they got me nauseous (ugh)
cause your
Shallow lakes reflect shades of what's left of your names
I'll run away
I'll mix in with the foreigners
I'll come back when the horizon clears
we livin' in mud puddles
Shit is a drug struggle when
You niggas uppin' prices
I hug the Glock like a turnbuckle
Can't get stopped by the vices, no
wrong
They didn't even have the time to find themselves a home
This foreigner, a brown-skin male
Thrown into a Texas jail
It left the wife and baby
Ion really know where the fuck y'all niggas come from
Swagu dripping
Hoes stay tripping
Red cup sipping and we bout it by the milli huh (Swagu)
We bout
tripping
Red cup sipping and we bout
It by the milli huh
Swagu yeah we bout it by the milli huh swagu
Swagu dripping hoes stay tripping
Red cup sipping
I had to do dat by maself
Wasnt wit me in the gym
Pushin weight
Ma pockets slim
I aint have no help
I got up
Had to get it by myself
I aint kno were
Harbors open their doors to the young searching foreigner
Come to live in the light of the big L of liberty
Plains and open skies, bill boards
girl or a foreigner
20 plate cars and is all foreigner
Don't bell my line if it ain't money
I don't daydream I got out there and make money
I came
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
Time was when an American about to go abroad would be warned by his friends or the guidebooks not to drink the water. But times have changed, and now
of lights
You visit me in sixteen by nine
You gotta be down, sixteen by nine
You gotta be down, sixteen by nine
Whether I concern myself with foreigners
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
gone tomorrow
Another daylight foreigner
He's just a weekend warrior
Come Monday play like anyone
Not around and turned around
He only listens
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
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