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Over Now

Post Malone

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Post Malone - Over Now (Lyrics)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Post Malone
Post Malone
Вокал
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Программирование
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Гитара
Tommy Lee
Tommy Lee
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Композитор
Tommy Lee
Tommy Lee
Композитор
Austin Post
Austin Post
Автор песен
Andrew Wotman
Andrew Wotman
Композитор
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Post Malone
Post Malone
Продюсер
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Продюсер
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Продюсер
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Мастеринг-инженер
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Ассистент миксинг-инженера

Слова

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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