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Post Malone
Post Malone
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Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
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Louis Bell
Louis Bell
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Roofeeo
Roofeeo
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Austin Post
Austin Post
Автор песен
Jahphet Landis
Jahphet Landis
Автор песен
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
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Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
Автор песен
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
Продюсер
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Инженер звукозаписи
Roofeeo
Roofeeo
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Alex Pavone
Alex Pavone
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Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
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Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
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Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
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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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