Foreigner

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 trippin' 'bout no— get to trippin' '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 ignorin' 'em

To some kids back home, I'm Jesus Christ to them
And if they saw me die, they'd think I'd 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
But for real, we 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
(Glaive) 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 ignorin' 'em

(Huh, huh, huh, huh)
My mom is foreign so the [?] is foreign, fuck
I'm like a kid again, all I can feel is love
I cannot feel this much, I cannot fuck this up
In these WOOYOUNGMI jeans, dressed like a foreigner
All I can feel is love
All I can feel is
All I can feel is love

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 ignorin' 'em

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