Текст песни Foreign Land - Wes Chiller

It's about time I wake up in a foreign land
Rum and cola in my hand waiting for the tide
That's right, there's no end in sight
When the grip is getting stronger than the mind can keep up

Do some drinkin in a foreign land
With a pretty face who understands
The pain behind the pleasure
Green light on the bully every night
We'll be steady for the flight to see the people stare
They're foaming at the mouth
I can sleep another night
Knowing that the crabs are always gonna bite
They're crawling in your sheets
It's sweeeeeet

Uh oh got mixed up in a foreign land
Took a left at the liquor stand
And you shoulda made a right
And now you gotta win a fight
Or just start running for your life
Your hearts racing as he shows you
His collection of knives that are
Hangin from his fubu waistband
If you're fast you can go and take them

That's not very nice
You wake up in a foreign land
You wake up in a foreign land
You wake up in a foreign land
You wake up in a foreign land