Cooped Up (Best Clean Edit) - Post Malone (featuring Roddy Ricch)

This is not my song. All rights go to Post Malone and his associated labels. I will not monetize.

As one of the only hip-hop artists I regularly listen to, Post Malone’s triumphant return to the spotlight this year was one that was well-worth the wait. With help from up-and-coming artist Roddy Ricch, Post crafted “Cooped Up” with the exact intention of it being his comeback song, blending his expressions on returning to a post-COVID world over a gleeful yet melancholy melody while creating another banger of a song to add to his discography. I am a bit late to the scene, but even still I wanted to contribute to the fanbase in the way I can by revising the clean version to the track. Where there were originally numerous empty censors, I reused other sections of the song to fill the gaps and create a much more natural-sounding edit. It’s not my best work, but I hope you guys enjoy!

"Cooped Up" (Clean) by Post Malone (feat. Roddy Ricch) Official Lyrics:
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I'm about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain (Hit switch, pull curtain)
And I've been waitin' so long
Now I gotta re-surface (Surface)

And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin' (Burnin’)
'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up
I've been feelin' cooped up (Mm-mm-mm)

Yeah, I'm ‘bout the Bud Light, not the bourbon
I might chop the roof off the Suburban
Tried to be a 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 a warnin’

Return of the Mack
Feelin' like an Outkast
I'm the only guy in slacks
That'll cost ya three stacks (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 (Hit switch, pull curtain)
And I've been waitin' so long
Now I gotta re-surface (Surface)

And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin' (Burnin’)
'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up
I've been feelin' cooped up

Gotta pull up, pull up
I'ma pull up, I pull up
Ay

Got black minx all on the rug
Got hella… poppin’ drugs
In every hood they show us love

Partner in crime with me while we whippin’ in the space ship
Got it out the pavement, now we gettin’ payment
Everybody around me gettin’ money, it's too contagious
Kept it solid, now we real rich to their 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 rockin’ every night, sold out arenas

A project, never, I never thought I would see…
Or try to tell you, you probably 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 re-surface (Surface)

And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin' (Burnin’)
'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up
I've been feelin' 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 (That), so what?

Yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin' (Burnin’)
'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up
I've been feelin' cooped up (Yeah)









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