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Overseas
Hip-Hop/Rap
Overseas was released on January 16, 2026 by FMB as a part of the album Feedin The Streets
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Release DateJanuary 16, 2026
LabelFMB
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emmanuel kromah
Emmanuel kromah
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emmanuel kromah
Emmanuel kromah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Merriman
Justin Merriman
Executive Producer

Lyrics

We eating duck in Romania
You think I wanna answer Hurricane Chris question
I'm eating duck in Romania
I'm eating caviar pancakes
This loud that I'm burning gelato
Bitch that I'm fucking exotic
Pouring I'm whippin a Rarri
Drink that I'm drinking is muddy
Held up my wrist I jus bought me a trophy
Held up my wrist I just light up the room
Freaky ass bitch and she know what to do
Came from the trenches, I dropped out of school
I go to Mexico, I chill in Tulum
I'm one of a kind, I can never be cloned
I pop me some bottles that Dom perignon
I fucked on a model, she look like Rihanna
This jacket I'm wearing, it's Dolce & Gabbana
You play with my mula, you meeting my llama
My youngin a shooter, he aim at your doula
She calling me poppy, she think I'm a ruler
I bet on the thunder that went to my jeweler
Got on Bovada, then bet on the under
Bronny for three, I bet on the under
I pop me a tessie then bet on the nuggets
I hit up my bookie, then bet on the clippers
I'm cutting off **** like my name is Ty
Send that boy home like his name is Chris Paul
I came from the slums, man, I just want a ball
I'm calling your phone, bae, let go to the mall
I'm only six feet, but my money so tall
Tricking on bitches, I never be lost
Too many nights, man, I did it alone
Too many nights, man, I did it alone
I did it all by myself
****, it's funny, I don't need your help
I was down to my last, where the fuck was you at
I used to wear Shaqs man these **** would laugh
Now that I'm lit, yeah, I fuck on they wife
Now that I'm lit, man, I don't ask the price
These bitches be lying, I don't need a wife
Went to the UK and took me a knife
I'm in Morocco, I'm eating some ducks
I'm in Morocco, I'm burning on loud
I'm in Morocco, I'm burning on loud
This loud I'm burning gelato
Bitch that I'm fucking exotic
Pouring I'm whipping a Rarri
Drink that, I'm drinking this muddy
Held up my wrist, I just bought me a trophy
Held up my wrist, I just light up the room
Freaky ass bitch, and she know what to do
Came from the trenches, I dropped out of school
I go to Mexico, I chill in Tulum
I'm one of a kind, I can never be cloned
I pop me some bottles that Dom Perignon
I fucked on a model, she look like Rihanna
This jacket I'm wearing, it's Dolce Gabbana
You play with my mula, you meeting my llama
My youngin a shooter, he aim at your doula
She callin me papi she think I'm her ruler
I bet on the Thunder then went to my jeweler
We get the caviar pancakes, I eat duck now
Shout to Romania, I was in Romania, I eat duck now
So you gotta understand, it's levels, you know what I'm saying
So, you gotta live life you see
When you overseas and you eating duck in Romania
I go overseas
Oh, I do all that. I do all that
I do all that
When you overseas and you eating duck in Romania
I didn't say nothing too bad about it
But, you know, we eating duck in Romania
That's a blessing for me
Written by: Emmanuel kromah
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