Lyrics:
Because I am a foreigner or is it coz I´m popular
Looking for some light and higher level frequencies
Only surrounded by lower level entities
Negativity
before the rise of the sun
A four-handed bed occupied by only two
The window is yawning
Faceless in a sea of space
My propulsion from their pain
Foreigners if unno neva know
Ask di tourist board, 'bout my scheme
Wi ah nuh battyman wi bun di sodomite
Love di pussy but did neva neva bite
We hustle hard
I am a foreigner
And I'm walking through new streets
But before I want to I see the same deeds
Inherited by few a power machine
That crushed
I am a foreigner
And I'm walking through new streets
But before I want to I see the same deeds
Inherited by few a power machine
That crushed
Chorus 1
CAB nelagey aamak (WE DON'T WANT CAB)
Hinxha nelagey aamak (WE DON'T WANT VIOLENCE)
Nijorey dexotey aamak (WHY ARE WE FOREIGNERS)
Aosinaki holu
all by design
It's only a matter of time
Before he get his before she get hers
You know I Gahdda get mine
By any means
I had them baggies stuffed down
the foreigners love me
Get a buggy do donuts in Dubai
Meet a shorty see nothing but blue eyes
See my name onda plane when it flew by
I done toured round America 2x
of my mentors were taught by the coroner
Darker the skin and the weaker the foreigner
I cannot sit at the feet of a follower
Sobering heat with the chill
"brrrd, pow", yeah
We be chasing paper, they just getting by, yeah
Lil' bitch hello bye, yeah
Ain't got no time, girl I
Girl, I'm running out of storage
foreigner's
We done beat so many different cases fuck informing
Better tie yo laces boy you crazy if you snoring
Benched a couple shooters who got lazy with
I feel like a foreigner
Travelling this lonely road
Don't worry I got it under control
Being humble, I still keep my head low
But if you talk too
their lives
Like they don’t belong (uh!)
Sometimes I don’t know who I am
I was born in the East side, grew up in the Westside,
Influenced by
falling victims to all the world's religions
When smokey is the prophet and the ghost is competition
I'm inflammation rising in the foreigner's invasion but
huh)
Buy back the block get it by any means
(That’s real)
Used to rap by the train back before they had streams
Soldier at war in these boots
don't take kindly to foreigners
Up against what the enemy conjures up
But will he live to tell the tale
The lone wanderer
Sword on his hip and armored up
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
with a festoon surrounding wall
Defended by many towers
Dominating the mouth of a moat
Swords clashing with the peace treaty
The foreigner scatters
a foreigner
I'm gone steal the scene, I'm something like a burglar
Walk in the store and I purchase
Fuck all the haters I turn up
Fuck all the bitches who
to
A drugged-out mind and weary soul
She tried to give me more control
But time wore down these smiles and
All this while I’ve just been getting by
On fumes from
golden
Striker Mr. Krabs I got the formula
Creep with the reaper leave you for the coroner
I'm fucking a foreigner, whipping a foreigner
Dropping
the earth but my soul is suspended damn
Running from myself
Left my shell
Detached from my frame
So pics always blurry when I come back to my brain
Foreigner
the Crusades but not the Alamo
These foreigners are looking for some toe to toe
Our minutes left in silent holy space are numbered
By a European clock that ends
automatically
Materialistic sanctity
I can't be satisfied again
What is wrong within my head?
I consume in every way
Getting fat day by day
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