Cooped Up (Explicit)

Cooped Up (Explicit) - Post Malone (波茲·馬龍)/Roddy Ricch

Lyrics by：Louis Bell/Austin Post/Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr./Billy Walsh

Composed by：Louis Bell/Austin Post/Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr./Billy Walsh

I'm about to pull up

Hit switch pull curtain

And I've been waitin' so long

Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah we bout to toast up

All that bread that we burnin'

Cuz I've been feelin' cooped up

I've been f**kin' 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

Til' I started throwin' up in your Birkin

Then I woke up in the mornin'

Police showed up at my door with a warrant

I remember flushin' somethin' down the toilet

Guess you gotta let me off with a warning

Return Of Mack

Feelin' like an Outkast

I'm the only guy in slacks that'll cost ya three stacks

Now you savin' that check

Why you takin' 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 waitin' so long

Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah we bout to toast up

All that bread that we burnin'

Cuz I've been feelin' cooped up

I've been f**kin' cooped up

S**t gotta pull up pull up

Ima pull up I pull up

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 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 n***a I never thought I would see s**t

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 waitin' so long

Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah we bout to toast up

All that bread that we burnin'

Cuz I've been feelin' cooped up

I've been f**kin' cooped up

Til' the daylight come

Til' the daylight come

I got Saké in my tummy cigarette in my lungs

It's Eleven in the mornin' and we still ain't done

And I'm still that b**ch so what

Yeah we bout to toast up

All this bread that we burnin'

Cuz I've been feelin' cooped up

I've been f**kin' cooped up