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►Official “Cooped Up” Lyrics:

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’
Cuz 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
Til’ 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 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’
Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up

Shit, gotta pull up, pull up, Ima pull up, I pull up
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 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 n***a 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’
Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up

Til’ the daylight come
Til’ 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 this bread that we burnin’
Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up
I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up

#postmalone #RoddyRicch #CoopedUp

CREATIVE DIRECTION PLAYLAB, INC.
DIRECTOR Andre Bato
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER Maximilian Kurzweil
PRODUCER Aiden Magarian
DP Tehillah De Castro
CREATIVE / management Bobby Greenleaf
PRODUCTION DESIGNER Tyler Evans
CASTING DIRECTOR Copelan Cash
MOVEMENT COACH Gigi Todisco
EDITING Andre Bato Films
VFX Foreign Xchange
COLOR Dante Pasquinelli @ Ethos

Music video by Post Malone performing Cooped Up. © 2022 Mercury Records/Republic Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.

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24 Responses

  1. This song and “Clover Cage – Lost Then Found” are the two songs keeping me sane through these tough times. I just want to send love to everyone and I want everyone to know things will get better. We are in this together..I love you..❤️

  2. Mm-mm-mm

    I'm about to pull up
    Hit switch, pull curtain (hit switch, pull curtain)
    And I've been waitin' so long
    Now I gotta resurface (I gotta resurface)
    And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
    All that bread that we burnin' (burnin', burnin', burnin')
    'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up (yeah)
    I've been fuckin' cooped up (mm-mm-mm)

    Yeah, I'm off the Bud Light, not the bourbon (mm)
    I might chop the roof off the Suburban (skrrt)
    Tried to Bia Nice Guy, John Terzian (wow)
    'Til I started throwin' up in your Birkin (ooh)
    Then I woke up in the mornin'
    Police showed up at my door with a warrant (fuck that shit)
    I remember flushin' somethin' down the toilet (flush, flush)
    Guess he gotta let me off with a warnin'
    Return of the Mack (ah)
    Feelin' like an outcast, I'm the only guy in slacks
    That'll cost you three stacks (three stacks, three stacks)
    Now you savin' that check, why you takin' my swag?
    Can you give me that back?
    Gucci my Prada, Miyake (ooh)
    Louis, Bottega, and Tommy
    All of these things on my body, let's party (ah-ah-ah)

    I'm about to pull up
    Hit switch, pull curtain (hit switch, pull curtain)
    And I've been waitin' so long
    Now I gotta resurface (I gotta resurface)
    And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
    All that bread that we burnin' (burnin', burnin', burnin')
    'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up (yeah)
    I've been fuckin' cooped up (cooped up, mm-mm-mm)

    Shit, gotta pull up
    Pull up, I'ma pull up
    I pull up, ayy
    Got black minks all on the rug, whoa, whoa
    Got hella hoes poppin' drugs, whoa, whoa
    In every hood, they show us love, whoa, whoa
    Partner in crime with me while we whippin' in the spaceship
    Got it out the pavement, now we gettin' payment
    Everybody 'round me gettin' 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 'member I was just posted up with the demons
    And Posty took me on my first damn tour date
    He had me rockin' every night, sold out arenas
    A project nigga, I never thought I would see shit
    If I tried to tell you, you prolly wouldn't believe us

    I'm about to pull up
    Hit switch, pull curtain (hit switch, pull curtain)
    And I've been waitin' so long
    Now I gotta resurface (I gotta resurface)
    And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
    All that bread that we burnin' (burnin', burnin', burnin')
    'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up (yeah)
    I've been fuckin' cooped up (cooped up, mm-mm-mm)

    'Til the daylight come, 'til the daylight come
    I got sake 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' (burnin', burnin', burnin')
    'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up (yeah)
    I've been fuckin' cooped up (mm-mm-mm)

  3. For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. (Romans 6:23)
    Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God. (1 Corinthians 6:9-10)
    And the times of this ignorance God winked at; but now commandeth all men every where to repent: (Acts 17:30)

  4. Anyone else love the song but hate the roddy feature? It feels just so out of place and like the flow doesn’t make any rhythmic sense. Idk love posty and the album but I’m just confused at this

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