[Intro]
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 to ya

[Chorus]
We in the hills so much, we look foreign, uh
And I can tell back home, they think I'm foreign, uh
The funny part is that I'm from Florida
Sometimes I open my hands, my money goin' up

[Verse]
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
If anybody is there, 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
Been in some Truey jeans
Just like a, just like a

[Bridge]
Just like a, just like a
Just like a foreigner
Just like a, just like a
Just like a foreigner
Just like a, just like a
Just like a foreigner
Just like a, just like a
Just like a foreigner
[Chorus]
It's like— a foreigner
And every time I'm back home, they think I'm foreign here
The funny part is that I'm from Florida
Sometimes I open my hands, my money goin' up