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East Coast Hiding

 

East Coast Hiding

(album: Intro To - 2017)


East coast hiding, hotel hopping, there's no stoppin us now
F train riding, perfect timing, I'm just closing my mouth
'Cause when I talk-talk-talk, I just fuck-fuck-fuck it up
Yeah, I overthink, I'm so over slipping up

Envisioned you and I lighting up sometime
Pack a bowl for the soul on the greener side
By the grapevine, fucking with what ain't mine
But it's fun, but I'm having fun
If you want dramatics then I surely ain't the one
I ain't the one
Let us stay in BK where the waves are calm
That Coney Island charm
We're just sunset sitting while I'm painting you a vision
You ain't a homie if you fucking with the villain
I stay hush, let my tallies add up
And then I'm dipping, and then I'm dipping

'Cause when I talk-talk-talk, I just fuck-fuck-fuck it up
Yeah, I overthink, I'm so over slipping up
Yeah, when I talk-talk-talk, I just fuck-fuck-fuck it up
Yeah, I overthink, I'm so over slipping up

I'm over words overflowing like they're restless
I bit my tongue all along, but it's endless
Overthinking like I don't work in the morning
Reality so fun, dreaming kinda boring
I got a list of criticism I'm ignoring
Ain't too concerned with conforming, fitting in is foreign
To a woman like me
Barely a woman, 19
Pretty lies, pretty lights
White picket fence, beauty nothing but disguise
Flowers in my hair but I rip 'em out at night
Oceanic wet dreams with the love we can't find
We confined to a good time, we confined to a one-night
To a fuck, but I won't wife
To a like, but I won't try

Yeah, when I talk-talk-talk, I just fuck-fuck-fuck it up
Yeah, I overthink, I'm so over slipping up

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