I could tell you how I feel, but for some reason, I won’t I could tell you how I feel, but for some reason, I don’t I ain’t trippin’ ‘bout no— get to trippin’ ‘bout the bros How expensive was this coat? This shit is foreign, uh We in EU so much, we look foreign, uh And every time I’m home, the think I’m foreign, uh It’s funny ‘cause I’m from Florida Tattoos on both my hands, my mom ignorin’ ‘em To some friends back home, 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 It’s funny ‘cause I would die for them We for real look like tourists, huh I look insane, I cannot open up In this Jaxxon chain, 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 (Jake) Like a foreigner And every time I’m home, the think I’m foreign, uh It’s funny ‘cause 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
