text: Sometimes, I sit in my room and think about us
  Ayo
  You got them long lashes, couldnt get the dirt in em
  Curls on your head look like waves Ima surf in em
  Wave at the camera, the paps ask your role
  I evade any answer, but if you aint a dummy
  Shit is laid in these stanzas, kidnap my feelings
  I aint paying any ransom, I, keep em like secrets
  Might, drive a nigga crazy but Im, beepin like, beepin like, beepin like pages on a hip waist trainer, Yeugh!
  Sometimes, I sit in my room
  Its Golf Radio, youre on the air with Shane Powers
  Taking requests... Whats uh... Whats your name? Hello? Um, okay, well, since, you want to be Mr. Fucking Secret Agent, what song you wanna hear?
  The one about me