Текст песни Foreign Ideals - Reece Fuller

Eyes half cocked, got mismatched socks
Feel like a bad bitch, wearin a classic
Envy of nb, got me remembering
Foreign ideals, 3 of me least
Last time i had a gut wrench like this
Summit of plummet, suddenly summoned
Several on several on several on several on several of bad ideas

-- Acting -- snakelike
-- at the -- brake lights
-- I might -- break mine
-- take nine -- take nine

Sit on the pier and contemplate life
Sippin my beer, it's never a lite
Cannin the gripe like Canada Dry
I'm followin through, a man of my lie

There's a fire
At a distance, and even though my eyes have the instance
It persists into my chest