Explicit Version:
[Intro]
I've been rolling in my coupe, I am booking on a Uber,
Flexing, shining, grinding, I am focused on Ubunda.
Chilling on the water, my surprise — glass is getting greener,
Woke up with a smile, nigga, I'm feeling like a winner,
Roll out the weed, nigga, we chillin' in my Beamer.
[Verse 1]
Sunset breathes salt across the hood, hum of tires underline the tune,
Leather holds my shape, city lights cut through a silver dune.
Harbor smells of rope and sea — a postcard stitched in chrome,
Bank notes whisper stories, every mile a proof I built my own.
Skylines bend like vinyl, neon stitches where the night meets dawn,
Short sleeps, long receipts, still I steady on and on.
The glass gets greener — not by chance but by the grind I steer,
Small wins stack like shoreline stones, tide returns what I engineer.
[Pre-Chorus]
Grass is getting greener, woke up with a smile,
Counting windows where the light found me after trials.
Roll out the weed, nigga, let the story curl and settle slow,
Quiet waves, loud dreams — watch how morning starts to glow.
[Chorus]
(Hook)
Coupe to Beamer — coupe to Beamer, greener days in the mirror,
Coupe to Beamer — coupe to Beamer, feel the skyline getting nearer.
Neon pulse, salt on skin, nights soften and get sweeter,
Coupe to Beamer — coupe to Beamer, tag the moment, hold the heater.
[Verse 2]
I been rolling steady, pockets heavy, conscience light but clear,
I am booking on a Uber some nights, sometimes I shift a gear.
Doors clap applause — the city nods when success parks near,
Friends on the porch with cold bottles while the ocean sketches fear.
I am focused on Ubunda — a name, a dream, a map I read,
No distractions carving clay, every chapter pays my heed.
From late texts to bigger checks, built patience into muscle and bone,
Woke up feeling chosen — this engine hums, I'm not alone.
[Pre-Chorus]
Grass is getting greener, surprises on the rise,
Counting small blessings while the salt and streetlight harmonize.
Roll out the weed, nigga, breathe slow, let the night expand,
We chillin' in my Beamer, futures steady in my hand.
[Chorus]
(Hook)
Coupe to Beamer — coupe to Beamer, greener days in the mirror,
Coupe to Beamer — coupe to Beamer, keep the skyline getting nearer.
Hum of tires, snap of light, watch the nights get sweeter,
Coupe to Beamer — coupe to Beamer, keep the moment, keep it deeper.
[Bridge — Beat Switch]
(Beat drops to half-time, strings and bass swell)
Paid for runways and missed calls, left some birthdays in the rear,
But gratitude sits heavy when I reverse and steer.
Found rhythm in small things — a coffee steam, a shore-side laugh,
I open up the trunk, lay the past flat on the behalf.
[Switch-Up / Ad-libs]
(Production: beat doubles, hi-hat trip, vocal echo)
(yeah) — feel it, (uh) — breathe it, (let's go) — keep it moving,
(Tag) Coupe to Beamer — memories proving.
[Chorus — Final]
Coupe to Beamer — coupe to Beamer, greener days in the mirror,
Coupe to Beamer — coupe to Beamer, every W
