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Post Malone - Over Now (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Composer
Tommy Lee
Tommy Lee
Composer
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
Andrew Wotman
Andrew Wotman
Composer
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Post Malone
Post Malone
Producer
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Producer
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ah-ha-ha 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 everythin' that we've been through I ain't ever met nobody like you Why you always tryna tell me that it's cool? Need to quiet 'cause you never tell the truth Felt like ballin' was the only thing to do Trade my women 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 motherfuckin' body bag So you know that I'm never ever comin' 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! Beggin' 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, no, 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 motherfuckin' body bag So you know that I'm never ever comin' 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! Beggin' 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 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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