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letra de broken whiskey glass - post malone

[verse 1]
i done drank codeine from a broken whiskey gl-ss
i done popped my pills and i smoked my share of gr-ss
slaved for the man and i broke my f-ckin’ back
so you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your -ss
and i won’t go on, like a highway to h-ll
going too d-mn fast, i spilled drink on my chanel
and i woke up and my room’s f-ckin’ trashed like a d-mn 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 sh-t
i done learned my lessons and i ain’t never gon’ forget
started callin’ this sh-t, started ballin’ and sh-t, started flickin’ that wrist
they ain’t never listened now i’m makin’ them hits so i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch
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 sh-t splash, motherf-cker talk saucey
p-ss me the drugs, motherf-cker 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 sh-t 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-tches they killin’ me
like, b-tch are you kiddin’ me?
ballin’, that sh-t, that sh-t 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

- post malone

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