An Immigrant

Is this the American? Is this the American? Is this the American? Is this the Ame– Woke up in London with you next to me Made love in Brixton with both Hands around your neck I'm back in New York on British ecstasy So I feel like an immigrant in America Yes, I am just an immigrant in America Cigar and cigarette ashes As I open all my luggage up I still speak my native language But I only want your foreign tongue Remember? Remember? When you spilled coffee on my J Coffee on my J Dilla vinyl I didn't even mind, didn't even mind (crazy) When you spilled coffee on my J Coffee on my J Dilla vinyl I didn't even mind, didn't even mind (baby) Woke up in London with you next to me Made love in Brixton with both Hands around your neck I'm back in New York on British ecstasy So, I feel like an immigrant in America Yes, I am just an immigrant in America South London, born in Colombia Texts in Spanish that she's all alone She said she's found an apartment I'm in Harlem, screaming, "take me home" Remember? Remember? When you spilled coffee on my J Coffee on my J Dilla vinyl I didn't even mind, didn't even mind (crazy) When you spilled coffee on my J Coffee on my J Dilla vinyl I didn't even mind, didn't even mind (baby) Woke up in London with you next to me Made love in Brixton with both Hands around your neck I'm back in New York on British ecstasy So, I feel like an immigrant in America I miss you Yes, I feel like an immigrant in America That's how I feel