Out the Coupe

Calling out the coupe
Go a hundred speeding through
Never talking down on truth
They been frozen like the news
Just trying to go vacation off
Just trying to escape don't let em' know
Just trying to go vacation off
Just trying to escape don't let em' know
Calling out the coupe
Go a hundred speeding through
Never talking down on truth
They been frozen like the news
Just trying to go vacation off
Just trying to escape don't let em' know
Just trying to go vacation off
Just trying to escape don't let em' know

Escaped through all the faculty, they damaging the heart
Erased off all your captions like the cancel culture does
Said we wanna smoke, we wanna drink, we wanna do the most
I ain't raging on your timeline, but I'll do it through a toast
She dropped a line, but never roast
I said you need to chill
It's all for goals pre medicated incident
You'll get it when I'm dead, that's why I'm leaving up all the lyrics
So your concern is never my bad
Might be sad, might be hammered, might be talking a whole none
But give it's hours, give it days, give it a few months
You'll see the cash ain't all that matters, wealth is something cheaper
Destiny ain't set in stone, and tell it to your preacher, when you're grown

Calling out the coupe
Go a hundred speeding through
Never talking down on truth
They been frozen like the news
Just trying to go vacation off
Just trying to escape don't let em' know
Just trying to go vacation off
Just trying to escape don't let em' know
Said calling out the coupe
Go a hundred speeding through
Never talking down on truth
They been frozen like the news
Just trying to go vacation off
Just trying to escape don't let em' know
Just trying to go vacation off
Just trying to escape don't let em' know

Purpose building, make shifting
Enemies on tide, lying eyes for your demise
And set there lays the hand of time
No falling off, we gifted
Never lost the drive or maybe one time
But I never gave a compromise, these wack ass artists acting better than I?
But we all in the same boat
Missing fans, missing links, missing shot, missing hopes
And the world is left on seen, bitch
Ain't that crazy about the dream?
Bloody fucking rubbish, damn damn
Shout out garthel for the beat



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Writer(s): Tyler Gildersleeve
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