An Immigrant - Jon Bellion

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…