COUPEN - A darkroom freestyle two
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{Chorus}
Underpaid but overworking, working nine to nine
She just wanna talk, but talking to her is taking time
Oh, you got some commentary ‘bout me and my grind
Keep on fucking up, you know I’m hard enough to find
Clutching on her carbine when we coupe it through the ville
Yeah we fight, but you’re the one for me, you need to chill
Only fiending figures by the eight, I need a deal
Lately, thinking ‘bout the past me, for real
{Verse}
Fuck up out the circle, you’ll leak
How can I put trust up in a fiend, they gon’ repeat
Heartless how I’m feeling by the end of the week
Talking ‘bout your last, gotta blast, coupe it fast down the street
Nights getting cold
Way you give me face after we fight, it’s getting old
Not the type to hold on to a thought, it’s getting sold
Only holding grudges, how I’m feeling, getting told
COUP is getting bold
Love to talk to me ‘bout what you need, nah
Think you’re better off with me, nah
You accuse, but never with receipts, nah
Fuck this shit, I’m fiending peace, nah
Feeling Bond, seven to the face, no time to die
Bitch it’s only me, myself, and I when talking ties
Know they gon’ be well, I’m talking grands, after grands, after grands, after grands, after grands when I die
Sixteen, really found the self on the low
Seventeen, realized that the self is the bro
Eighteen, building off the past, I’m a pro
Nineteen, first broken heart, let it snow
Twenty, heart on freeze
Freeze when you’re yelling to the face, shut up, please
Please hold your promise if I give you what you need
Need to catch a flight to the one out in Greece
Grease on the hands, way I’m cooking up these beats
Know that I’m a prob
Game is gon’ be too fucked up if I’m involved
Know she’s fucking with me, but she’s making me evolve
COUPEN cooping in a coupe, be cooping in her thoughts
{Chorus}
Bitch, I’m underpaid but overworking, working nine to nine
She just wanna talk, but talking to her is taking time
Oh, you got some commentary ‘bout me and my grind
Keep on fucking up, you know I’m hard enough to find
Clutching on her carbine when we coupe it through the ville
Yeah we fight, but you’re the one for me, you need to chill
Only fiending figures by the eight, I need a deal
Lately, thinking ‘bout the past me, for real
{Chorus}
Underpaid but overworking, working nine to nine
She just wanna talk, but talking to her is taking time
Oh, you got some commentary ‘bout me and my grind
Keep on fucking up, you know I’m hard enough to find
Clutching on her carbine when we coupe it through the ville
Yeah we fight, but you’re the one for me, you need to chill
Only fiending figures by the eight, I need a deal
Lately, thinking ‘bout the past me, for real
{Verse}
Fuck up out the circle, you’ll leak
How can I put trust up in a fiend, they gon’ repeat
Heartless how I’m feeling by the end of the week
Talking ‘bout your last, gotta blast, coupe it fast down the street
Nights getting cold
Way you give me face after we fight, it’s getting old
Not the type to hold on to a thought, it’s getting sold
Only holding grudges, how I’m feeling, getting told
COUP is getting bold
Love to talk to me ‘bout what you need, nah
Think you’re better off with me, nah
You accuse, but never with receipts, nah
Fuck this shit, I’m fiending peace, nah
Feeling Bond, seven to the face, no time to die
Bitch it’s only me, myself, and I when talking ties
Know they gon’ be well, I’m talking grands, after grands, after grands, after grands, after grands when I die
Sixteen, really found the self on the low
Seventeen, realized that the self is the bro
Eighteen, building off the past, I’m a pro
Nineteen, first broken heart, let it snow
Twenty, heart on freeze
Freeze when you’re yelling to the face, shut up, please
Please hold your promise if I give you what you need
Need to catch a flight to the one out in Greece
Grease on the hands, way I’m cooking up these beats
Know that I’m a prob
Game is gon’ be too fucked up if I’m involved
Know she’s fucking with me, but she’s making me evolve
COUPEN cooping in a coupe, be cooping in her thoughts
{Chorus}
Bitch, I’m underpaid but overworking, working nine to nine
She just wanna talk, but talking to her is taking time
Oh, you got some commentary ‘bout me and my grind
Keep on fucking up, you know I’m hard enough to find
Clutching on her carbine when we coupe it through the ville
Yeah we fight, but you’re the one for me, you need to chill
Only fiending figures by the eight, I need a deal
Lately, thinking ‘bout the past me, for real
