NEW LYRICS

 Post Malone ft. Blake Shelton - Pour Me A Drink Lyrics Forty hours got me goin’ out my mind Dallas dropped another game in overtime Caught a ticket speedin’ down the, sixty five You know where, I’m goin’   Guess I went and really messed it up again Now my baby’s gonner than a Tulsa wind Judgin’ by the stone sober, state I’m in Need to crack one Wide open   Somebody pour me a drink Somebody bum me a smoke I’m bout to get on a buzz I’m bout to get on a roll Yeah I’ve been breakin’ my back Just keepin’ up with the Jones’es Y’all know what I mean Y’all know how it goes When it’s up on a Friday, and I’m paid Slide one over my way I can’t even think when I can hear one calling my name Somebody pour me a drink Pour me a drink   Bourbon brown eyes tryna, get me drunk Can’t stop until the bottle and the, job is done Yeah I think I mighta found my, future love   Buddy you should probably buy her one   Somebody pour me a drink Somebody bum me a smoke I’m bout to get ...

Beyoncé & Post Malone - LEVII'S JEANS Lyrics You call me pretty little thing And I love to turn 'em on Boy, I'll let you be my Levi's jeans So you can hug that ass all day long Call me your sexy little thing Snap a picture, bring it on Oh, you wish you were my Levi's jeans Way it's poppin' out your phone Love you down to the bone Baby, you play too much (You play too much) Sendin' me super shots (Shots) I'm lookin' super hot (I'm hot) I got the perfect pose (She snappin') I'm a fuckin' animal (She sexy) I'm a fuckin' centerfold (She rep it) Said I look [?] (Said I look, said I look) Too good, no primadonna Possess too much persona Said, "Where'd you get that from, uh?" You need to meet my mama She be at church all day (All day) Come be my Nick at Nite (Night, night, night, night) So we can run it back (Back, back, back, back) It'll be nostalgia-like (Like, like, like, like) eh Every time I see you, I ...

 Post Malone - Enough Is Enough Lyrics 2 AM They ran out of lemonade So I shot that vodka straight, anyway She came in Missin' bottle off the shelf I can't drink this by myself, sit with me, babe Then I started laughin' Like it was funny But it really ain't funny, uh Take me home, don't shut me out It's easier to leave me down here on the ground Take me home, baby, I'm fucked up now I know it's easier to leave me down here on the ground 'Cause enough is enough I can't stand up I can't stand, can't stand, 'cause enough is enough Long nights in the city of sin They said I pick fights that I won't ever win I got a bad bitch that'll bring all her friends But when I'm with you it's like I'm livin' again And baby, I'm shit-faced sittin' on the sidewalk Ain't nobody listenin' when I talk I fall down and laugh But it really ain't funny, uh Take me home, don't shut me out It's easier to leave...

  Post Malone - Overdrive Lyrics I spend my nights on overdrive I live my life so over-tired And there's no where I can hide Now I live my life on overdrive I could be more like him, if that's cool with you I'd do anything to be cool to you Cool to you I spend my nights on overdrive I live my life so uninspired There ain't no angels in this world So I live my life on overdrive I'd remove my tattoos if that's cool to you I'd do anything to be cool to you Cool to you Uh I could end it with her if that's cool to you I'd do anything to be cool to you "Overdrive" by Post Malone is a song that reflects the artist's exhaustion and lack of inspiration in his life. He describes spending his nights pushing himself too hard and feeling constantly tired. He also expresses a desire to be cool and accepted by someone, even if it means changing himself or making sacrifices. The lyrics convey a sense of weariness and a longing for validation. Overall, ...

  Post Malone - Mourning Lyrics Don't want to Sober up The sun is killing my buzz, that's why they call it mourning Thought I was strong enough Threw my bottle at the sky, said, "God that's a warning" Don't want to sober up Try to keep it inside, but l just want to pour it Thought I was strong enough Got a lot of shit to say, couldn't fit it in the chorus ljust left Wally's ina Maserati The way l gotta flex you'd think I did pilates I called my quote and quote friends, do you got plans? Turns out everyone's free when the dinner is Then they drag me to a party out in Malibu After thirty High Noons it was pretty cool Tried to shoot my shot, she told that she had a shoot, bye-bye (Damn) Don't want to sober up The sun is killing my buzz, that's why they call it mourning Thought I was strong enough Threw my bottle at the sky, said, "God that's a warning" Don't want to sober up Try to keep it inside, but l just want to pour ...

  Post Malone - Chemical Lyrics Oxytocin making it all ok  When I come back down it doesn’t feel the same  Now I’m sitting around waiting for the world to end all day  Cuz I couldn’t leave you if I tried   You break me then I break my rules Last time was the last time too It’s fucked up I know but I’m still   Outside of the party smoking in the car with you Seven nation army fighting at the bar with you  Tell you that I’m sorry  Tell me what I gotta do Cuz I can’t let go It’s chemical No I can’t let go  It’s chemical   Every time I’m ready to make a change  You turn around and fuck out all my brains I ain’t tryna fight fate It’s too late to save face  I can’t get away Maybe there’s no mistakes   You break me the I break my rules Last time was the last time took It’s fucked up I know but I’m still   Outside of the party smoking in the car with you Seven nation army fighting at the bar with you Tell you that I’m sorry T...

Post Malone - Cooped Up with Roddy Ricch (Official Music Video) Post Malone - Cooped Up LYRICS I’m about to pull up Hit switch, pull curtain And I’ve been waitin’ so long Now I gotta re-surface   And yeah we bout to toast up, All that bread that we burnin’ Cuz I’ve been feelin’ cooped up I’ve been fuckin’ cooped up   Yeah I’m off the Bud Light not the bourbon I might chop the roof off the Suburban Tried to Bia 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 with a warning, Return Of Mack   Feelin’ like an Outkast I’m the only guy in slacks, that’ll cost ya 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...