Strawberry Coupe

Yeah
Yeah
You saying what
You talking to who
I'm running you over the strawberry coupe
I play with your head and I might alley oop
I'm too far ahead know I never could loose
Hit from the back like I am a caboose
I might just go and buy me a capuchin
I pop a pill so I'm high as the moon
I hop in the Rari you know imma zoom
I feel like a monster
I feel like a beast
I'm smoking that nicotine know it's a breeze
Recording you know that I humble the beat
Upper hand I had to cut off my feet
Where do you think that you goin
You think that you running
Baby you not getting far
Try to stay safe
Yeah it's getting dangerous
Demons come out in the dark

A stripper named Cinnamon
I'm on a roll
They want me suffering
Out in the cold
It's too bad that they don't know I'm from the north
A giant tornado it's made out of dope
I'm getting that money
I'm getting that dough
Feds coming in
Jumping out the window
I guess I'm a junkie when I am alone
I got me some troopers they claim to be clones
Undefinable we hurry your bones
Undeniable I'll be the goat
Unreliable answer your phone
I need alcohol to put on a cloak
Is she in love with me
I'll never know
They said that I just be doin the most
I'm still alive yeah I need me a toast
The devil he handing me a burning note

Yeah
Yeah
You saying what
You talking to who
I'm running you over the strawberry coupe
I play with your head and I might alley oop
I'm too far ahead know I never could loose
Hit from the back like I am a caboose
I might just go and buy me a capuchin
I pop a pill so I'm high as the moon
I hop in the Rari you know imma zoom
I feel like a monster
I feel like a beast
I'm smoking that nicotine know it's a breeze
Recording you know that I humble the beat
Upper hand I had to cut off my feet
Where do you think that you goin
You think that you running
Baby you not getting far
Try to stay safe
Yeah it's getting dangerous
Demons come out in the dark



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Writer(s): Griffin Lang
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