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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
Bass
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programming
Roofeeo
Roofeeo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
Jahphet Landis
Jahphet Landis
Songwriter
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Songwriter
Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
Songwriter
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
Producer
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Recording Engineer
Roofeeo
Roofeeo
Producer
Alex Pavone
Alex Pavone
Assistant Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Letras

I'ma take a Bud Light break, ah, ah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright How you expecting awards when you ain't put in work? And I just got off the phone, yeah, with my realtor And I've been eating so good that, bitch, my belly broke And I might cop that Mulsanne cause, bitch, that Bentley talk Put that sauce on that bitch real quick Put that ice on that wrist real slick Girl, I know you know my wallet's real thick And I'm wonderin', wonderin' what you're drinking I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my goddamn jewelry, yeah Hey, I just hopped out the foreign, looking so pretty, yeah And yeah, that watch on my arm look like a trillion You know that White Iverson, no, keep that jewelry tucked And I just bought out my brain, I feel like Bubba Chuck Girl, I'm zoned out, I feel my Xans Ain't nobody understand It's you and I, go and call your friends Let's get a lot of kerosene You gon' ride that bump-and-grind Yeah, let me see that double-time You ain't gotta tell them hoes because they know, yeah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my God damn jewelry Tell me, who do you call? When the night gets long And you're sitting by the phone 'Cause all those drugs wore off I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life
Writer(s): Leon Thomas, Louis Bell, Carl Austin Rosen, Austin Richard Post, Jahphet Negast Landis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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