Foreigner (v1)

 

I could tell you how I feel, but for some reason, I don't

I could tell you how I feel, but for some reason, I won't

I ain't tripping 'bout no— get to tripping 'bout the bros

Spent a thousand on this coat, this shit is foreign, uh

 

We in EU so much, we look foreign, uh

And every time I'm home, they think I'm foreign, uh

The funny part is that I'm from Florida

Tattoos on both my hands, my mom ignore it, uh

 

To some kids back home, I'm Jesus Christ to them

And if they saw me die, they'd think I would rise again

They think the life I live is the life for them

The funny part is that I might die for them

For real

For real

For real

We for real look like tourists, huh

I'm like a kid again, I cannot open up

In these WOOYOUNGMI jeans, dressed like a, dressed like a—

 

Dressed like a, dressed like a

Dressed like a foreigner

Dressed like a, dressed like a

Dressed like a foreigner

Dressed like a, dressed like a

Dressed like a foreigner

Dressed like a, dressed like a

Dressed like a foreigner

(Dressed like) A foreigner

 

And every time I'm home, they think I'm foreign, uh

The funny part is that I'm from Florida

Tattoos on both my hands, my mom ignore it, uh

 

(Huh, huh, huh, huh)