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Why are you hitting me up? I'm not gonna respond

I might go to Tokyo, chill with a rich blonde

Feel like I'm James Bond

With all this hiding and sneaking around

All this double crossing making me drown

I think things were better when you weren't around

But there only worse now

So how that work?

Yeah, I got nerves

Make my stomach hurt

I ain't mean to swerve

Maybe a little curve

Just so you could learn

That you're really not all that

Put that bitch up in the past

If I could it be the trash

If I would it be my last

But I know it won't

I get all of this temptation

On my telephone

Do you want me or you just want what I could be?

Cause I'ma tell you right now

I'ma be me

That boy, he sweet

Oh, that's your twin

Yeah I can see, that could never be me

Why are you hitting me up? I'm not gonna respond

I might go to Tokyo, chill with a rich blonde

Feel like I'm James Bond

With all this hiding and sneaking around

All this double crossing making me drown

I think things were better when you weren't around

But there only worse now

So how that work?

Yeah, I got nerves

Make my stomach hurt

I ain't mean to swerve

Maybe a little curve

Yeah, maybe a little bit

Yeah, starting to feel real sick

Yeah, all these kids

Pressure finna blow the lid

My own lid

Feels like my body and my mind

Working against me

Bro told me it's not the time

To get in your feelings

Maybe, yeah, maybe he's right

Or maybe I'm just healing

Why are you hitting me up? I'm not gonna respond

I might go to Tokyo, chill with a rich blonde

Feel like I'm James Bond

With all this hiding and sneaking around

All this double crossing making me drown

I think things were better when you weren't around

But there only worse now

So how that work?

Yeah, I got nerves

Make my stomach hurt

I ain't mean to swerve

Maybe a little curve