Coastline
Zip it up
Zip-lock
Rub the coffee down
Send the route, then you know we're out
If it's in your gut, keep it tucked
Don't talk loud
And keep it hush if they tell you shout
The safest route I see us flying out's the coast now
My notes tell me hit the coastline
And if you ever find someone ready to fly it out...
It's not like no one could have ever planned it
I changed my angle of attack, I came out the axis
I wanna get the Mercedes, look just like a X6
Ran the rubber soles up off my ASICS
I was ready to go against a prophet with verses
I was ready, finna take it, I earned it
Been waiting, staring at the pot too long, now I burned it
I was down 3-nil, I wouldn't forfeit
I knew the W waiting for me, now I'm recording
Fabric of time, I went and tore it
We was talking back and forth like we were on Maury
Finna move back in the house like Cory
Been super down-low in this shit, I was moving like a torrent
I was flaming, just felt it in the core
I knew a bigger plane waiting for me up at the shore
Plug come in, ready to slam my door
Told me to follow on him like his name's Christian Dior
Zip it up
Zip-lock
Rub the coffee down
Send the route, then you know we're out
If it's in your gut, keep it tucked
Don't talk loud
And keep it hush if they tell you shout
The safest route I see us flying out's the coast now
My notes tell me hit the coastline
And if you ever find someone ready to fly it out...
hit me on my fucking line
Tippy toe and then we out
Paulo Coelho yeah we read it out
What's the amount?
Come on 'head and tell me now...
Ready to count
And now I've reached the promised town
Talking 'bout me, saying they're proud
Lost and Found how no one would ever pick me out
Through all the doubt, knew what amount
You wouldn't figure out what holds me down
Stuck in the mud just something like Tile Grout
Hoping they would hear me
I didn't come with Einstein Theory
I was on the phone like, "Karen, how you say that I ain't caring?"
Fur coat, I need a mink
Zip it up
Zip-lock
Rub the coffee down
Send the route, then you know we're out
If it's in your gut, keep it tucked
Don't talk loud
And keep it hush if they tell you shout
The safest route I see us flying out's the coast now
My notes tell me hit the coastline
And if you ever find someone ready to fly it out...
hit me on my fucking line
Zip-lock
Rub the coffee down
Send the route, then you know we're out
If it's in your gut, keep it tucked
Don't talk loud
And keep it hush if they tell you shout
The safest route I see us flying out's the coast now
My notes tell me hit the coastline
And if you ever find someone ready to fly it out...
It's not like no one could have ever planned it
I changed my angle of attack, I came out the axis
I wanna get the Mercedes, look just like a X6
Ran the rubber soles up off my ASICS
I was ready to go against a prophet with verses
I was ready, finna take it, I earned it
Been waiting, staring at the pot too long, now I burned it
I was down 3-nil, I wouldn't forfeit
I knew the W waiting for me, now I'm recording
Fabric of time, I went and tore it
We was talking back and forth like we were on Maury
Finna move back in the house like Cory
Been super down-low in this shit, I was moving like a torrent
I was flaming, just felt it in the core
I knew a bigger plane waiting for me up at the shore
Plug come in, ready to slam my door
Told me to follow on him like his name's Christian Dior
Zip it up
Zip-lock
Rub the coffee down
Send the route, then you know we're out
If it's in your gut, keep it tucked
Don't talk loud
And keep it hush if they tell you shout
The safest route I see us flying out's the coast now
My notes tell me hit the coastline
And if you ever find someone ready to fly it out...
hit me on my fucking line
Tippy toe and then we out
Paulo Coelho yeah we read it out
What's the amount?
Come on 'head and tell me now...
Ready to count
And now I've reached the promised town
Talking 'bout me, saying they're proud
Lost and Found how no one would ever pick me out
Through all the doubt, knew what amount
You wouldn't figure out what holds me down
Stuck in the mud just something like Tile Grout
Hoping they would hear me
I didn't come with Einstein Theory
I was on the phone like, "Karen, how you say that I ain't caring?"
Fur coat, I need a mink
Zip it up
Zip-lock
Rub the coffee down
Send the route, then you know we're out
If it's in your gut, keep it tucked
Don't talk loud
And keep it hush if they tell you shout
The safest route I see us flying out's the coast now
My notes tell me hit the coastline
And if you ever find someone ready to fly it out...
hit me on my fucking line
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Writer(s): Avile Tiyo
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