Tamara Dos Santos - Foreign Thoughts Lyrics

Focus, focus, focus
Baby I'm so focused
Taking notes of all the things
You didn't notice (mmm)
Listen to my vibe and beat
Smokin' on that Ami weed
Making me feel so sweet
As you enter my sweet cherry
And you, POP!
All the efforts that you stopped
Thinking I ain't noticed
That you been around the block
All that shit you spitting
Getting caught up in your Thots
Making them be brazy
Acting crazy
Better stop!
Ooh!
You think I didn't know
The shit that you be lying and
Be hiding on the low
Baby I ain't stupid
I'm just going with the flow
Haven't got the time to stress
I'm trynna grow my Afro
Mmmm, Baby ain't it crazy
Claiming that you love me
But be f*cking all the Amy's
And the Tasha's
You've been driving them maracas
The chicas with the culos
And the melon-shaped like tatas
Yeah, yeah But baby don't you sweat it
(Don't you sweat it)
Comfy knowing that in the end you will regret it
A Queen like me only comes once in a lifetime
You wasted your own and baby never my time
And it shows, it shows
(And it shows, it shows)
How you don't know
(How you don't know)
How this thing goes
(Oooh, oooh, oooh)
And I
(And I, and I)
Will be alright
(Will be alright)
I'll be just fine
(I will be just fine, just fine)
Yeah
I will be
Just fine
Alright
All night
And I will be
Okay
So don't you worry...