East Coast Hiding

East coast hidin', hotel hoppin', there's no stoppin' us now F train riding, perfect timing, I'm just closing my mouth 'Cause when I talk talk talk, I just fuck fuck fuck it up Yeah, I overthink I'm so over slipping up Envisioned you and I lighting up sometime Pack a bowl for the soul on the greener side By the grapevine, fucking with what ain't mine But it's fun, but I'm having fun If you want dramatics then I surely ain't the one, I ain't the one Let us stay in BK where the waves are calm, that coney island charm We're just sunset sitting while I'm painting you a vision You ain't a homie if you fucking with the villian I stay hush, let my tallys add up, and then I'm dipping And then I'm dipping 'Cause when I talk talk talk, I just fuck fuck fuck it up Yeah, I overthink I'm so over slipping up Yeah, when I talk talk talk, I just fuck fuck fuck it up (fuck) Yeah, I overthink I'm so over slipping up I'm over words overflowing like they restless I bit my tongue all along but it's endless Overthinking like I don't work in the morning Reality so fun, dreaming kinda boring I got a list of criticism I'm ignoring Ain't too concerned with conforming Fitting in is foreign, to a woman like me Barely a woman, nineteen Pretty lies, pretty lights, white picket fence, beauty nothing but disguise Flowers in my hair but I rip 'em out at night Oceanic wet dreams with the love we can't find We confined to a good time, we confined to a one-night, to a fuck But I won't wife, to a like but I won't try Yeah, when I talk talk talk, I just fuck fuck fuck it up Yeah, I overthink I'm so over slipping up