Under My Pressure Interlude Lyrics

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