Foreign (feat. Mooreyardi)
When I leave you
I'll be going home
I don't mean to
Leave you on your own
Little people, so little control
Imma reach you
When we're finally grown
I been on my own since like the last time that I saw you
I could never call you
We don't even speak the same language
I could never tell if you was angry
We was baby-faced with a attitude
Made peace with a radical
I... I...
Lost love in a foreign land
I grew into a boring man
You look good, still look good
I check up on you
I still write songs about you
I wrote this song about you
I... nah
When I leave you
I'll be going home
I don't mean to
Leave you on your own
Little people, so little control
Imma reach you
When we're finally grown
Last time I saw you
Dancing in the Bayou, yeah
Lips taste like foreign
Whiskey from the bottle
And now you're far, far, far
I need you close to me
Even tho I didn't need you in the first place, yeah, yeah
You showed me what love is in the worst way, yeah
You were perfect
Gold
Now you're gone to a foreign land
Really hope to see you again
Still at war with the war at hand
Hope to see you again
Swear, it ruined all our plans
I just wish you the best
I need, I need
I... I...
Lost love in a foreign land
I grew into a boring man
You look good, still look good
I check up on you
I still write songs about you
I wrote this song about you
I... nah
When I leave you
I'll be going home
I don't mean to
Leave you on your own
Little people, so little control
Imma reach you
When we're finally grown
I'll be going home
I don't mean to
Leave you on your own
Little people, so little control
Imma reach you
When we're finally grown
I been on my own since like the last time that I saw you
I could never call you
We don't even speak the same language
I could never tell if you was angry
We was baby-faced with a attitude
Made peace with a radical
I... I...
Lost love in a foreign land
I grew into a boring man
You look good, still look good
I check up on you
I still write songs about you
I wrote this song about you
I... nah
When I leave you
I'll be going home
I don't mean to
Leave you on your own
Little people, so little control
Imma reach you
When we're finally grown
Last time I saw you
Dancing in the Bayou, yeah
Lips taste like foreign
Whiskey from the bottle
And now you're far, far, far
I need you close to me
Even tho I didn't need you in the first place, yeah, yeah
You showed me what love is in the worst way, yeah
You were perfect
Gold
Now you're gone to a foreign land
Really hope to see you again
Still at war with the war at hand
Hope to see you again
Swear, it ruined all our plans
I just wish you the best
I need, I need
I... I...
Lost love in a foreign land
I grew into a boring man
You look good, still look good
I check up on you
I still write songs about you
I wrote this song about you
I... nah
When I leave you
I'll be going home
I don't mean to
Leave you on your own
Little people, so little control
Imma reach you
When we're finally grown
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Moore
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