Faroe Flow

I just want a house in the Faroe Islands

Get offline, forget what the time is

A black house with a grass roof

I was grassroots, on the way to timeless

Touch Midas, flow the finest

Yelling out "fuck cash," let the art define us

Now we in the Faroes, kinda hard to find us

And the sea salt air gonna clear the sinus, yeah

Put the past behind us, hold the future at bay

Eating scallops at the edge of the bay

Flow like a poet, ain't no other way, yeah

It's been a minute, like ten thousand days