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Post Oak
On Tour
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Post Oak was released on October 16, 2026 by SossHouse/Interscope Records as a part of the album Made In Paris (Deluxe)
October 16, 2026
LabelSossHouse/Interscope Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM69
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
[Chorus]
Why you think I wanna play around, play around?
When I'm out of town, bitch, you gotta hold me down
Keep my head up just to see my money pile
Rolls from the ground, money longer than a mile
[Verse 1]
Swear a **** evolve, every time they steal my style
Every day a challenge I'm still tryna figure out
Got so many fits, swear, all I do is pout
Woke up at Post Oak, used to sleep on a **** couch
Told her to keep her back straight, I put it in, she slouched
I do chiropractic, I beat your back down
She wanna separate like some damn track house
I make tea all the time, so it ain't no gettin' out
All the markets sick
Thousands count like thread, can't read her mind
But I love her head, only a matter of time
Then I'm gon' forget, followin' my steps
Now you gettin' bread, **** lost his mind
Should've kept it player, caught her in her lie
She in a **** bed, she wanna conceive
Told her that she dead, make it up to me
Your secrets, I pretend
[Chorus]
Why you think I wanna play around, play around?
When I'm not in town, gotta hold me, hold me down
Keep my head up, drink, let's eat, my money pile
Rose from the ground, money longer than a mile
[Verse 2]
Swear a **** evolve, every time they steal my style
Every day a challenge I'm still tryna figure out
Got so many fits, swear, all I do is pout
Woke up at Post Oak, used to sleep on a **** couch
Told her to keep her back straight, I put it in, she slouched
I do chiropractic, girl, I beat your back down
She wanna separate like some damn track house
I make tea all the time, so it ain't no gettin' out
All the markets sick
Thousands count like thread, can't read her mind
But I love her head, only a matter of time
Then I'm gon' forget, followin' my steps
Now you gettin' bread, **** lost his mind
Should've kept it player, caught her in her lie
When she in my bed she wanna conceive
Told her that she dead, make it up to me
Your secrets, I pretend
[Chorus]
Why you think I wanna play around, play around?
When I'm not in town, gotta hold me, hold me down
Keep my head up, drink, let's eat, my money pile
Rose from the ground, money longer than a mile
[Outro]
Swear a **** evolve, every time they steal my style
Every day a challenge I'm still tryna figure out
Got so many fits, swear, all I do is pout
Woke up at Post Oak, used to sleep on a **** c—
Written by: Timothy Jordan Jenks

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