Cooped Up

(专辑： Twelve Carat Toothache - 2022)

I'm about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain
And I've been waiting so long
Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burning
'Cause I've been feeling cooped up
I've been fucking cooped up

Yeah, I'm off the Bud Light not the bourbon
I might chop the roof off the Suburban
Tried to Bia Nice Guy, John Terzian
Till I started throwing up in your Birkin

Then I woke up in the morning
Police showed up at my door with a warrant
I remember flushing something down the toilet
Guess you gotta let me off with with a warning, Return of the Mack

Feeling like an Outkast
I'm the only guy in slacks, that'll cost ya three stacks
Now you saving that check
Why you taking my swag, can you give me that back?

Gucci my Prada, Miyake
Louie, Bottega, and Tommy
All of these things on my body
Let's party

I'm about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain
And I've been waiting so long
Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burning
'Cause I've been feeling cooped up
I've been fucking cooped up

Shit, gotta pull up, pull up, I'ma pull up, I pull up, ay
Got black minx all on the rug
Got hella hoes popping drugs
In every hood they show us love
Partner in crime with me while we whipping in the space ship
Got it out the pavement, now we getting payment
Everybody around me getting money, it's too contagious
Kept it solid now we real rich to they amazement
I pulled up the black Badge 'cause it was cleaner
I remember I was just posted up with the demons
And Posty took me on my first damn tour dates
He had me rocking every night sold out arenas
A project nigga I never thought I would see shit
Or try to tell you, you probably wouldn't believe us

I'm about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain
And I've been waiting so long
Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burning
'Cause I've been feeling cooped up
I've been fucking cooped up

Till the daylight come
Till the daylight come
I got saké in my tummy, cigarette in my lungs
It's eleven in the morning and we still ain't done
And I'm still that bitch, so what

Yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burning
'Cause I've been feeling cooped up
I've been fucking cooped up