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Post Malone - Wasting Angels (Lyrics) Feat. The Kid Laroi
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Post Malone
Post Malone
Вокал
The Kid LAROI
The Kid LAROI
Вокал
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Программирование
Charissa Nielsen
Charissa Nielsen
Бэк-вокал
Dana Nielsen
Dana Nielsen
Бэк-вокал
Jonathan Mouton
Jonathan Mouton
Бэк-вокал
India Carney
India Carney
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Austin Post
Austin Post
Автор песен
Billy Walsh
Billy Walsh
Автор песен
Charlton Kenneth Jeffrey Howard
Charlton Kenneth Jeffrey Howard
Автор песен
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Автор песен
Dana Nielsen
Dana Nielsen
Аранжировщик хора
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
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Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
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Máté Gere
Máté Gere
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Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
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Chris Galland
Chris Galland
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Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
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Trey Station
Trey Station
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Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
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Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
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This is like a private plane up on my ring This is like the first time I bought a chain This is like when I was sane, before the fame Uh oh uh oh, this life is crazy This is like another thing I can't explain This is like the summer flame that got away I won't let another angel go to waste Uh oh uh oh, this life is crazy Oh Vividus bed where I'm layin' my head Devil on my back so I sleep on my chest Waitin' at the gate how'd they get my address? On my last nerve while I'm rippin' cigarettes It's a killer I know, it's a killer I know I just need a lil' somethin' get me through the day Yeah my mind is blank or I overthink It's gettin' old but it's nothin' new I say your name when you're not around When I'm drunk and my knees can't pick me up Need to say your name when you're not around When I'm drunk and my knees can't pick me up This is like a private plane up on my ring This is like the first time I bought a chain This is like when I was sane, before the fame Uh oh uh oh, this life is crazy This is like another thing I can't explain This is like the summer flame that got away I won't let another angel go to waste Uh oh uh oh, this life is crazy I blacked out left a hundred missed calls on your phone I mixed my drink with a couple of drugs Spit in my face now you hate that I'm gone babe You're doin' the most I don't need somebody to be the one to keep me honest I don't wanna know the truth, I can't fight if I'm alone I need enemies You know how far that I will go Every road takes its toll Before you leave, I'm gone, I'm gone This is like a private plane up on my ring This is like the first time I bought a chain This is like when I was sane, before the fame Uh oh uh oh, this life is crazy This is like another thing I can't explain This is like the summer flame that got away I won't let another angel go to waste Uh oh uh oh, this life is crazy I should listen to you now, if I never have I should listen to you now, if I never have I should listen to you now, if I never have I should listen to you now, if I never have I should listen to you now, if I never have I should listen to you now, if I never have I should listen to you now
Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Charlton Kenneth Jeffrey Howard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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