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INTERPRÉTATION
Post Malone
Guitare
Andrew Watt
Guitare
Louis Bell
Programmation
Alexandria Griffin
Chœur
Amanda Adams
Chœur
Anthony Jawan
Chœur
Brooke Brewer
Chœur
Carl Foster
Chœur
Chelsea West
Chœur
Dwanna Orange
Chœur
Herman Bryant III
Chœur
Jajuan Glasper
Chœur
Jasmine Patton
Chœur
Jason White
Chœur
Jerel Duren
Chœur
JeRonelle McGhee
Chœur
Kristin-Ilycia Lowe
Chœur
Lanita Smith
Chœur
Nelle Rose
Chœur
N Grier
Chœur
Ashly Williams
Chœur
Carmel Echols
Chœur
Chelsea Miller
Chœur
George Hamilton
Chœur
Michael Joseph Adkins
Chœur
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew Watt
Paroles/Composition
Louis Bell
Paroles/Composition
Austin Post
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Post Malone
Production
Andrew Watt
Production
Louis Bell
Production
Mark "Spike" Stent
Ingénierie de mixage
Marco Sonzini
Ingénierie de prise de son
Joe Dougherty
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Kelsey Porter
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Paul Lamalfa
Ingénierie de prise de son
Mike Bozzi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
It's been a while since I burned incense
I used my lighter for a pack of twenty
I don't know where the fuck my bible went
But I'm sure they'll forgive me
So please don't burn a hole in me
I-I, I know it seems like they got what you need
No one knows you better than yourself
So don't worry
You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all
So let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone
You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know it all
So many restaurants in Beverly Hills
My favorite dinner comes in packs of twenty-four
I came home through the windowsill
But I'm sure that she'll forgive me
So please don't burn a hole in me
I-I, I know it seems like they got what you need
No one knows you better than yourself
So don't worry
You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all
So let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone
You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all
Let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone
You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers, shit, and maybe I know nothin' at all
Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Andrew Watt
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