All the people under broken homes. Don't wanna fight no more. All the people nursing shattered bones. Don't wanna fight no more. But there's no profit in peace. So we've gotta fight some more
All the people under broken homes. Don't wanna fight no more. All the people nursing shattered bones. Don't wanna fight no more. But there's no profit in peace. So we've gotta fight some more
night. And there's a letter I've been trying to write. Somethin' better waitin' somewhere for me (Ooo). One of them is sittin' on the wrong coast. (Ooo). One awaits an answer by return post. Waitin
night. And there's a letter I've been trying to write. Somethin' better waitin' somewhere for me (Ooo). One of them is sittin' on the wrong coast. (Ooo). One awaits an answer by return post. Waitin
Chorus Post Malone & Dolly Parton, Post Malone. Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours. Yeah, and trouble rode in on the back of a pale white horse. You’re so sweet, and tryna leave is like
Verse 1 Post Malone. She tried to hide them wings under that Double RL. Well, she might be an angel, that's what I'm tellin' myself. And she knows I'm a demon, she heard 'bout all my songs. Saint
Verse 1 Post Malone. Thirty-eight dollars for a coconut rum, you never looked prettier sippin' on one. These downtown lights are turnin’ back off 'cause the world is turnin' back on. (Mm-mm, mm-mm
Yo gee. Come and get your New York Post. New York Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta New York Post. Yo New York Post don't brag or boast. Dissin
Yo gee. Come and get your New York Post. New York Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta New York Post. Yo New York Post don't brag or boast. Dissin
Yo gee. Come and get your New York Post. New York Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta New York Post. Yo New York Post don't brag or boast. Dissin
Song Post-War Glamour Girl - . Expresso bongo snaps of rome. In the latin quarter of the ideal home. Fucks all day and sleeps alone. Just a tiger rug and a telephone. Says a post war glamour girl's
