[Intro]
W-wanna see the real me?

[Chorus 1: reaptokyo]
And she hit my phone up like
"Hello!"
Yesterday she said she do not want me
Drugs up in my backseat
Designer on my white tee

Off an oxycodone I'm a zombie
Girl don't be afraid of me
Its just an internet personality
[Bridge]
Love you tokyo
Played in Japan
W-welcome to the tokyo occult
W-wanna see the real me?

[Chorus 1: reaptokyo]
And she hit my phone up like
"Hello!"
Yesterday she said she do not want me
Drugs up in my backseat
Designer on my white tee

Off an oxycodone I'm a zombie
Girl don't be afraid of me
Its just an internet personality


[Chorus 2: reaptokyo]
Yeah this girl don't know the real me
Three bands on a fit but I still feel anxiety
B-Bullet through my chest I feel it fade away
Blood on my jeans but when I'm with her numb like Novacane
Sta-stab me in the back, watch me fall again
Caution tape around me and I knew we shouldn't have talked again
Your attentions my intoxicant
Cr-crash in the whip, vision slow like a cryogen

[Verse 1: Letoa]
Pull up like hello
Everywhere I go I’m pulling strings like cello
Too much fucken green like we was living in the meadows
Got this blue on me cuz I’m ballin like I’m Melo
Like-Like lamelo
I can’t see straight off this substance
Talk to me, ay ,shawty love it
Running relays with the substance
Rolling with some killas, they don’t want it
Internet personalities
Fake shit it gon' leave you with a casualty
Watch it if you talking back to me
I’m the boss, bitches call me Palpatine

[Chorus 1: reaptokyo]
And she hit my phone up like
"Hello!"
Yesterday she said she do not want me
Drugs up in my backseat
Designer on my white tee

Off an oxycodone I'm a zombie
Girl don't be afraid of me
Its just an internet personality
[Chorus 2: reaptokyo]
Yeah this girl don't know the real me
Three bands on a fit but I still feel anxiety
B-Bullet through my chest I feel it fade away
Blood on my jeans but when I'm with her numb like Novacane
Sta-stab me in the back, watch me fall again
Caution tape around me and I knew we shouldn't have talked again
Your attentions my intoxicant
Cr-crash in the whip, vision slow like a cryogen

[Outro]
Play of the game
You might as well die then