clouds in the coupe
. --- **Title: "Clouds in the Coupe"** *(Verse 1)* Sunday morning, I been rollin’ through the East side Windows foggy, got my conscience on a deep dive Momma told me, “Boy, be patient, gotta think wise” But I been tryna make a dollar outta free time Ayy, 808s thumpin’ like the preacher hands Still got hunger in my stomach from them sleeper plans Boys I grew up with been stuck in the bleachers, man Tryna break the cycle, but it’s deep in the features, damn *(Chorus)* Clouds in the coupe, got my mind on the move Tryna stay low but they watch how I move I been out here swimmin’, I got nothin’ to prove If I tell you ‘bout the pain, would you step in my shoes? *(Verse 2)* Summer nights, we was posted where the lights dim Talkin’ ‘bout a dream, tryna speak it like it’s light wind Pops ain’t call, but I’m cool with the silence I just let the pain bleed deep in my writin’ Yeah, these city lights hit different Know some homies lost they way, now they spirits feel distant I been prayin’ for a way, I ain’t into fake wishin’ Gotta put the work in, turn the lessons to a mission *(Chorus)* Clouds in the coupe, got my mind on the move Tryna stay low but they watch how I move I been out here swimmin’, I got nothin’ to prove If I tell you ‘bout the pain, would you step in my shoes? *(Outro)* Ayy, still ridin’, still grindin’ If the sun don’t shine, we gon’ still find it Still ridin’, still grindin’ Got a light in my soul, I’ma still find it ---
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. --- **Title: "Clouds in the Coupe"** *(Verse 1)* Sunday morning, I been rollin’ through the East side Windows foggy, got my conscience on a deep dive Momma told me, “Boy, be patient, gotta think wise” But I been tryna make a dollar outta free time Ayy, 808s thumpin’ like the preacher hands Still got hunger in my stomach from them sleeper plans Boys I grew up with been stuck in the bleachers, man Tryna break the cycle, but it’s deep in the features, damn *(Chorus)* Clouds in the coupe, got my mind on the move Tryna stay low but they watch how I move I been out here swimmin’, I got nothin’ to prove If I tell you ‘bout the pain, would you step in my shoes? *(Verse 2)* Summer nights, we was posted where the lights dim Talkin’ ‘bout a dream, tryna speak it like it’s light wind Pops ain’t call, but I’m cool with the silence I just let the pain bleed deep in my writin’ Yeah, these city lights hit different Know some homies lost they way, now they spirits feel distant I been prayin’ for a way, I ain’t into fake wishin’ Gotta put the work in, turn the lessons to a mission *(Chorus)* Clouds in the coupe, got my mind on the move Tryna stay low but they watch how I move I been out here swimmin’, I got nothin’ to prove If I tell you ‘bout the pain, would you step in my shoes? *(Outro)* Ayy, still ridin’, still grindin’ If the sun don’t shine, we gon’ still find it Still ridin’, still grindin’ Got a light in my soul, I’ma still find it ---
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