Post Malone - Broken Whiskey Glass
Дата добавления: 06 сентября 2017
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Исполнители: Post Malone
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[Verse 1:]
I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass,
I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass,
Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back,
So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass.
And I won't go on, like a highway to hell,
Goin' too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel,
And I woke up and my room's fuckin' trashed like a damn hotel,
Where I go next, now, only time will tell.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh!
[Verse 2:]
I done spent some time chasin' women that don't give a shit,
I done learned my lessons and I ain't never gon' forget,
Started callin' this shit, started ballin' and shit, started flickin' that wrist,
They ain't never listened now I'm makin' them hits so I'm fuckin' your bitch,
No, it ain't nothin' fickle for me to forget that you ever exist,
Bet you remember my name when I pull up in that whip that doesn't exist, skrrr!
Spill lean on Supreme last Saturday,
Let that shit splash, mothafucka talk saucey,
Pass me the drugs, mothafucka, let me shine!
At the White House, call my homie Joe Biden, he flyin' out weed,
Smokin' my dope, beggin' that that be the code.
Man, don't be silly, that shit you rockin' is old,
Like it's been years since you been to the store.
Feel like Meek Milly but I ain't from Philly,
I'm poppin' a wheelie, I show off my grillie,
I do this for realy and for my family,
Some shade every night, man, it's all so family.
The bitches they killin' me,
Like, ‘Bitch, are you kiddin' me?'
Ballin', that shit Jason Kiddin' me,
You can't get rid of me,
Now you want my chain and my genes but you no good at chemistry.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh!
I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass,
I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass,
Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back,
So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass.
And I won't go on, like a highway to hell,
Goin' too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel,
And I woke up and my room's fuckin' trashed like a damn hotel,
Where I go next, now, only time will tell.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh!
[Verse 2:]
I done spent some time chasin' women that don't give a shit,
I done learned my lessons and I ain't never gon' forget,
Started callin' this shit, started ballin' and shit, started flickin' that wrist,
They ain't never listened now I'm makin' them hits so I'm fuckin' your bitch,
No, it ain't nothin' fickle for me to forget that you ever exist,
Bet you remember my name when I pull up in that whip that doesn't exist, skrrr!
Spill lean on Supreme last Saturday,
Let that shit splash, mothafucka talk saucey,
Pass me the drugs, mothafucka, let me shine!
At the White House, call my homie Joe Biden, he flyin' out weed,
Smokin' my dope, beggin' that that be the code.
Man, don't be silly, that shit you rockin' is old,
Like it's been years since you been to the store.
Feel like Meek Milly but I ain't from Philly,
I'm poppin' a wheelie, I show off my grillie,
I do this for realy and for my family,
Some shade every night, man, it's all so family.
The bitches they killin' me,
Like, ‘Bitch, are you kiddin' me?'
Ballin', that shit Jason Kiddin' me,
You can't get rid of me,
Now you want my chain and my genes but you no good at chemistry.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh!
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