Post Malone Broken Whiskey Glass Lyrics

[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 f*****' back
So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your a**
And I won't go on, like a highway to hell
Going too d*** fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel
And I woke up and my room's f*****' trashed like a d*** hotel
Where I go next, now, only time will tell

[Hook]
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

[Verse 2]
I done spent some time chasin' women that don't give a s***
I done learned my lessons and I ain't never gon' forget
Started callin' this s***, started ballin' and s***, started flickin' that wrist
They ain't never listened now I'm makin' them hits so I'm f*****' your b****
No it ain't nothin' 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 [?], let that s*** splash, m*********** talk saucey
Pass me the drugs, m*********** 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 s*** you rockin' is old
Like it's been years since you been to the store
Feel I need [?] but I ain't from Philly
I'm poppin' a wheelie, I show off my grillie
I do this for real-y and for my fam-ily
Some shade every night, man, it's all so famil-y
The b****** they killin' me
Like, b**** are you kiddin' me?
Ballin', that s***, that s*** killin' me
You can't get rid of me
Now you want my chain and my jeans but you no good at chemistry
[Hook]
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh


Written by: Austin Richard Post, Rex Kudo, T. Markous Roberts, Idan Kalai
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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