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Post Malone

Broken Whiskey Glass

 

Broken Whiskey Glass

(album: Stoney - 2016)


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 fucking 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
Going too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel
And I woke up and my room's fucking trashed like a damn hotel
Where I go next, now, only time will tell

I done spent some time chasing women that don't give a shit
I done learned my lessons and I ain't never gon' forget
Started calling this shit, started balling and shit, started flicking that wrist
They ain't never listened now I'm making them hits so I'm fucking your bitch
No it ain't nothing fickle for me to forget that you ever exist
Bet you remember my name when I pull up and dab with that, doesn't exist, skrrr
Spill lean on supreme last Saturday, let that shit splash, motherfucker talk saucey
Pass me the drugs, motherfucker let me shine
At the White House, call my homie Joe Biden, he flying out weed
Smoking my dope, begging that that be the code
Man, don't be silly, that shit you rocking 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 popping a wheelie, I show off my grillie
I do this for really and for my family
Some shade every night, man, it's all so familiar
The bitches they killing me
Like, bitch are you kidding me?
Balling, that shit, that shit killing me
You can't get rid of me
Now you want my chain and my jeans but you no good at chemistry

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