Cooped Up Sargam Notes Post Malone

I’m about to pull up
GA GA, GA GA GA GA, GA MA GA RE
RE GA RE SA
Hit switch, pull curtain
SA SA RE, Dha Ni Dha Pa
And I’ve been waitin’ so long
GA GA, GA GA GA GA, GA MA GA RE
RE GA RE SA
Now I gotta re-surface
SA SA RE, Dha Ni Dha Pa

And yeah, we ’bout to toast up
GA GA, GA GA GA GA, GA MA GA RE
RE GA RE SA
All that bread that we burnin’
SA SA RE, Dha Ni Dha Pa
‘Cause I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
GA GA, GA GA GA GA, GA MA GA RE
RE GA RE SA
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up
GA GA, GA GA GA GA, GA MA GA RE
RE GA RE SA

Yeah, I’m off the Bud Light not the bourbon
GA GA GA GA, GA RE SA, SA RE SA
I might chop the roof off the Suburban
GA GA GA GA, GA RE SA, SA RE SA
Tried to Bia Nice Guy, John Terzian
GA GA GA GA, GA RE SA, SA RE SA
Till I started throwin’ up in your Birkin
GA GA GA GA, GA RE SA, SA RE SA

Then I woke up in the mornin’
SA SA SA SA SA SA, RE GA RE SA
Police showed up at my door with a warrant
SA SA, SA SA SA SA, SA SA SA SA, RE GA RE SA
I remember flushin’ somethin’ down the toilet
SA SA, SA SA SA SA, SA SA SA SA, RE GA RE SA
Guess you gotta let me off with with a warning
SA SA, SA SA SA SA, SA SA SA SA, RE GA RE SA
Return of the Mack
SA RE RE RE

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I’m about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain
And I’ve been waitin’ so long
Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah, we ’bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin’
‘Cause I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up

Yeah, I’m off the Bud Light not the bourbon
I might chop the roof off the Suburban
Tried to Bia Nice Guy, John Terzian
Till I started throwin’ up in your Birkin

Then I woke up in the mornin’
Police showed up at my door with a warrant
I remember flushin’ somethin’ down the toilet
Guess you gotta let me off with with a warning
Return of the Mack

Feelin’ like an Outkast
I’m the only guy in slacks, that’ll cost ya three stacks
Now you savin’ that check
Why you takin’ my swag, can you give me that back?

Gucci my Prada, Miyake
Louie, Bottega, and Tommy
All of these things on my body
Let’s party

I’m about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain
And I’ve been waitin’ so long
Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah, we ’bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin’
‘Cause I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up

Shit, gotta pull up, pull up, I’ma pull up, I pull up, ay
Got black minx all on the rug
Got hella hoes popping drugs
In every hood they show us love
Partner in crime with me while we whipping in the space ship
Got it out the pavement, now we getting payment
Everybody around me getting money, it’s too contagious
Kept it solid now we real rich to they amazement
I pulled up the black Badge ’cause it was cleaner
I remember I was just posted up with the demons
And Posty took me on my first damn tour dates
He had me rocking every night sold out arenas
A project nigga I never thought I would see shit
Or try to tell you, you probably wouldn’t believe us

I’m about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain
And I’ve been waitin’ so long
Now I gotta re-surface

And yeah, we ’bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin’
‘Cause I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up

Till the daylight come
Till the daylight come
I got saké in my tummy, cigarette in my lungs
It’s eleven in the mornin’ and we still ain’t done
And I’m still that bitch, so what

Yeah, we ’bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin’
‘Cause I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up