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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Post Malone
Post Malone
Stimme und Gesang
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programmierung
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Gitarre
Tommy Lee
Tommy Lee
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Komponist:in
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Komponist:in
Tommy Lee
Tommy Lee
Komponist:in
Austin Post
Austin Post
Komponist:in
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Post Malone
Post Malone
Produzent:in
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Produzent:in
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Produzent:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Mischtechnikerassistent:in

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Ahahah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When you leave me, make me jump up off my roof Didn't faze you, would've given you the moon Even after everything that we've been through I ain't ever met nobody like you Why you always tryna tell me that it's cool? Need the quiet 'cause you never tell the truth Felt like ballin' was the only thing to do Trade my woman for some diamonds and a coupe When she's comin' for my heart, it feels like Armageddon I'ma turn the tables, promise you will not forget it Won't apologize, don't give a fuck if you're offended No discussion, yeah, we gotta go our separate ways Won't take me down in flames I don't even wanna know your name Watch how everything is gonna change, yeah, ayy I'ma pull up in a Bentley With a fuckin' hundred thousand in my pocket, yeah, yeah I'ma pull in, swang my door open Stuntin', knowin' everybody watchin', yeah, yeah And help another bitch out the whip And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it, yeah, yeah Just to show you that it's over It don't matter what you gotta say about it, yeah I'ma put that bitch pussy in a motherfucking bodybag So you know that I'm never ever coming back You kept your heart on the counter in a Prada bag I used to never ever want to see the light of day, yeah I was an idiot Begging on my knees on to the floor Now, I don't even want you anymore, anymore It's over now It's over now, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy Feels like a knife in my throat, you treat this like it's a joke I bet you've done this before, I ain't surprised, yeah I wasn't tryna let go, but you'll know why when I'm a ghost I hope you wind up alone, dead in my eyes, yeah Ain't religious, only Christian when it's Dior Only prayin' for the Amex and the gold You ain't stop me now; you only was a detour Tried to drive me crazy, you ran out of road When she's comin' for my heart, it feels like Armageddon I'ma turn the tables, promise you will not forget it Won't apologize, don't give a fuck if you're offended No discussion, yeah, we gotta go our separate ways Won't take me down in flames I don't even wanna know your name Watch how everything is gonna change, yeah, ayy I'ma pull up in a Bentley With a fuckin' hundred thousand in my pocket, yeah, yeah I'ma pull in, swang my door open Stuntin', knowin' everybody watchin', yeah, yeah And help another bitch out the whip And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it, yeah, yeah Just to show you that it's over It don't matter what you gotta say about it, yeah I'ma put that bitch pussy in a motherfucking bodybag So you know that I'm never ever coming back You kept your heart on the counter in a Prada bag I used to never ever want to see the light of day, yeah I was an idiot Begging on my knees on to the floor Now I don't even want you anymore, anymore It's over now (it's over now, it's over) It's over now (it's over now) It's over now
Writer(s): Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Andrew Wotman, Louis Bell, Tommy Lee Bass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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