Lletres:
Foreign Exchange The Call

I'm just reaching out, hear me now [Darien Brockington:] Won't you call me? Call... Won't you call me? Call... Won't you call me? Call... Call... call... call

the dougie trucks sittin too next to yo buggy chorus x2 swizz beats verse dont even call me swizz no more call me kaseem dean ? when i come thru

the hospital) Front page in the sentinel (Please don't act stupid, you know how we do it (Only visit theme parks or foreign exchange ??) Penisia (get

one with nature till white man arrived They came for trade in name of their king Exchanging slavery and hate Dying of violence and foreign disease Defending

that we can't understand Take you by the hand Love so bitter sweet We agree, usually Try to hold back the feeling But we both can see That's it's calling

wont nothing else But you can try and tell yourself its all a game (all a game) I know you been only wishing For a love that goes the distance Call my

must perform Foreign acts of desperation, mercantile for existence Enslaved, abused and betrayed Trapped in the skin trade, trapped in the skin trade [Chorus :] Screaming in silence Exchanging

was? Better get in Or holla at Diallo if you with it. That's my n*gga MURS Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It was a foreign exchange like Tay

doin the dougie trucks sittin too high next to yo buggy (Chorus) x2 (Swizz Beatz) (dont even call me swizz no more call me kaseem-Dou-Kanshajin-Kazema