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Foreign
I can't explain this feeling
It's foreign to me
I'm falling in love
He said, girl can't you see
It's gonna take time
baby I don't know how much you'll stand
I'm gonna write rhymes
for you yeah
That's how I'll begin

Nothing much changed from the first date to your birthday
Set the patterns in my wordplay when I first heard her say that per se we might decide to meet up for some first base
Well it knocked me out the park so to speak and its brand new to me I forgot how to breathe
I was coughing up love Thinking that someone above
must've sent you down to become my girl
But I can't see no angel wings
no puppet strings
I guess that it's really you
And I swear that i'll keep you warm
thru sleet and storms 'till we're through
‘Cause it's true
I see a future with you
where the only real issue
will be work cuz
I'd miss you
And i'd come home to find
you taking naps on the couch theres
more to love I haven't planned it out I haven't planned it out