Under My Pressure Interlude

You tryna argue but I got manners, I ain't messy I just can't kick it with you more, I ain't Messi It'll get messy, yeah Heart on my sleeve, yeah Eyes was on Fiji Really been seeking Wassup with these feelings Know it's been a minute Tell me if I'm trippin' Tell me if I'm trippin' Yeah, something tells me you don't wanna fall out But we both way too far now Feelings way too far now You ain't the same girl that be in my four year memories on Snapchat I get it, I'm from Naptown But please do not nap nap Females posting Cash app's When I could've gave you this bag bag Yeah, Juvenile come Back That I know that I leave all the time, but I ain't coming back back No I ain't coming back back Walk away, ain't turning back back I'm turning my back back Uh, uhh Uh, uhh Uh Yeah, yeah