International Bihh (Poland)

Verse 1

Touch down, cold air, city lights glow,

Black fit, black shades, moving real slow,

"Cześć" to the driver, bass in my chest,

Polska got a vibe that don't play less.

Walking through Kraków, moon in the sky,

Old souls in the buildings watching me fly,

Pierogi on the table, fire in my cup,

Everybody looking when Neko pull up.

Pre-Chorus

Tak, tak, I know what they say,

Foreign girl turning night into day,

Church bells ringing but the speakers hit hard,

Got the whole damn city stamped on my card.

Chorus

International, bihh,

Passport full, never staying still,

From Warszawa to the hills,

Poland gave me chills.

International, bihh,

Na zdrowie, raise it high,

Dark lipstick, midnight eyes,

Living under foreign skies.

Verse 2

Warszawa lights, black car ride,

Got ambition sitting right by my side,

Dzięki for the memories, thanks for the scene,

Every street shining like a fever dream.

Maybe I'm lost, maybe that's fate,

Reading old stories at the castle gates,

Kochanie, don't worry, I'm already gone,

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