Lyrics:
as nigga whopped his hoe
Because she smiled when she Spoke
On dat strong they can smell in Heaven
Ima nightmare Like im Freddie
Splendid Blended Faded by
fuck from all four corners
Getting high as a duck even lots of foreigners
You can't lay the blame on me or even shane na-ugh
We getting high till we sane
Never got him back
Prolly in somebody's car
Freedom affordable
Vulnerable foreign attacks
Feed em to foreigners
Fade into white forging the black
Forcing
brighter than any pearls
Times Square, Broadway
The city that's never sleeping
It's the place that the foreigners
Make sure that they end up greeting
even worse
Is that they got us all caught up in the matrix
We caged in and can't escape he deporting foreigners in banning immigration
Just saying
Sometimes I feel like tomorrow aint promised. So I live life like tomorrow aint promised
Sipping Everclear is see clear as ever hanging on by
a few shows
A Rockstar now everyone knows, Jones
Burning like flames
Even got foreigners saying my name
They told me enjoy it's all part of the game
Women
a foreigner with a king's spirit
Feeling weary, need to rest
It'd be great to reach my place
It would help me focus and
Give me back my old strength
What I
you behave good
Foreigners, I entrust you an epic mission
The evil emerged in the mountain city
Kill the Balrog
Iaaaaa we have a quest
Like in tales
like a Rubik's cube changing face but not form
Gauya is a woman getting rape by her own peeps every day
Her place is the center of the hurricanes not
Once we were not a people
Who were foreigners and strangers
Excluded and separated from God
Oh, but now in Christ Jesus
We once were far away, but
touring in a foreigner
Windows tinted they ain’t e see me in it
By any means I gotta get it
My life nigga ima live it
Cant nobody tell shit
I learned
the topic
Got bitches on this nigga dick like it was made of steak
Might give that hoe the white A1 she swear it taste so great
Then by the time I hit
it's getting rowdy
Won't try to get my ass kicked
Glad I was done dirty by
The last chick
Man these fu's really hating
Homie do I need a shrink?
Dawg
We are the foreigners
We are the mutts
We are the brown bits
Stuck to the melting pot
We are the accent
You spot on the phone
"Sorry, where are you
no foreigner
Matter fact I ain't never even seen the border
Feeling like a stressed out power forward
Can't get it right end of the 4th quarter
I'm
ride or die
I know you ain't fine
I know you just lie to get by
Got memories that eat you alive
You and I, are alike, I spit in this mic to let you
I used to think by 24, that I would have like so much more
Homes in different cities and a wife I really do adore
Cars and fancy things galore, come
folks that even I can't read
Is this less than what I need?
Is there more that I could see?
I am a foreigner
In my homeland and here on my own land
on yo mans
He'll leave you on slump
Don't be friendly with these hoes
They'll set yo ass up
Pussy real good when a nigga try to fuck
Lames get sprung by
They were all hypnotized by the sound
Bounty for his head might resolve someone's debt
He used to be king of the kings on his land
But out here
Just a foreigner looking for motives
Nobody notices what a joke this
So we cope by repressing all of it
Is it all a myth or reality
How can it be? When
See me hanging in the lunchroom corner
'Cause to everybody else I'm a foreigner
Conversations they be getting even shorter
I can't even keep a girl
Sweaty palms, walk on shells
Start to preach, oh, will you fail?
Petty songs, bent on hell, start a speech and lead a trail
Have the world by
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