East Coast Hiding - dounia

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