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Post Malone - Austin Album Lyrics



Post Malone - Austin Lyrics






Dont Understand

I'm a rolling stone
It took you by surprise
You're hangin' onto something, anything
Just like a shimmer of light
Oh, how the sword, it fell
I said, "You're really something, everything
To me, and I'm cold
So hold me closer, baby"

I don't understand why you like me so much
'Cause I don't like myself
I don't understand why you like me so much
Wish I was someone else
You say you got a million reasons
But I can't think of one
I don't understand how you like me so much
'Cause I don't like myself, mm-mm

I'll build a church for you
They'll come from miles around
Girl, you're really something, everything
To me, and I'm cold
So hold me closer, baby

I don't understand how you like me so much
'Cause I don't like myself
I don't understand how you like me so much
Wish I was someone else
You say you got a million reasons
But I can't think of one
I don't understand how you like me so much
'Cause I don't like myself, mm-mm, mm-mm
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Something Real

Give me somethin' I can feel
Light a cigarette just so I can breathe
Give me somethin', somethin' real (yeah)
Seven hundred feet off the coast of Greece
Give me somethin' I can feel (yeah)
No reservation, pull up twenty deep
Give me somethin', somethin' real (yeah)
I would trade it all just to be at peace

Stop, the gear's too high, this is overload
And no matter what car is sittin' outside, it's a lonely road
It's a double-edge sword, cuttin' off ties with the ones I know
So tell me, how the f*ck am I still alive? It's a miracle, oh

(No-o-o) and I can't believe, ran through a B at Louis V
It's what I need right now
(No-o-o) it's just money at the gates of hell, no VIP
Everybody waits in line

So give me somethin' I can feel
720S, 750V
Give me somethin', somethin' real (yeah)
I was in Maldives sippin' burgundy
Give me somethin' I can feel (yeah)
Prada on my dick, Prada on my sleeve
Give me somethin', somethin' real (yeah)
I could play that pussy like it's "Für Elise"

I got real habits, I'm a snowmobile addict
Teal Patek, steel when I feel panic, ah-ah, ahh
Throw a mil' at it, problem, throw a pill at it
Still at it, sign-another-deal addict (ah-ah, ah)

And I can't believe everybody gets to drink for free
So give me one more round (oh-oh-oh)
No cover fee at the gates of hell, no VIP
Everybody waits in line

So give me somethin' I can feel
Light a cigarette just so I can breathe
Give me somethin', somethin' real (yeah)
How much psilocybin can a human eat?
Give me somethin' I can feel (yeah)
Whiskey lullaby just to fall asleep
Give me somethin', somethin' real (yeah)
And it's what I want, it ain't what I need
Give me somethin' I can feel (yeah, ooh)
Got everything, guess I'm hard to please
Give me somethin', somethin' real (yeah, ooh)
I would trade my life just to be at peace

Give me somethin' I can feel (ah, ooh)
Give me somethin', somethin' real
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Chemical

Oxytocin makin' it all okay
When I come back down, it doesn't feel the same
Now I'm sittin' 'round, waitin' for the world to end all day
'Cause I couldn't leave you if I tried

You break me, then I break my rules
Last time was the last time too
It's f*cked up, I know, but I'm still

Outside of the party, smokin' in the car with you
Seven Nation Army, fightin' at the bar with you
Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do
'Cause I can't let go, it's chemical
No, I can't let go, it's chemical

Every time I'm ready to make a change
You turn around and f*ck out all my brains (woo)
I ain't tryna fight fate, it's too late to save face
I can't get away, maybe there's no mistakes (maybe there's no mistakes)

You break me, then I break my rules
Last time was the last time too
It's f*cked up, I know, but I'm still

Standing outside of the party, smokin' in the car with you
Seven Nation Army, fightin' at the bar with you
Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do
'Cause I can't let go, it's chemical (chemical)
No, I can't let go, it's chemical (chemical)
No, I can't let go, it's chemical

I can't let go, it's chemical

Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do
No, I can't let go, it's chemical
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Writer: Andrew Watt, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Novacandy

Novacandy
Anesthesia
Adenosine, uh
And that's my favorite girl

No, I never felt anything better than this
You can tell by the look on my face
Nothin' lasts forever, so I look at my wrist
Dopamine overdose
No, I never felt anything better than this
I would give up my tongue for a taste
Even though I know it's catch-and-release
Dopamine overdose

Put on my old coat, and I found new drugs
Wanna thank young me for gettin' me f*cked up
And a distant relative just bit the dust
Somehow I'm in the will for a million bucks
And baby, I just won a free f*ckin' trip to Disneyland
I just got a second blue check on Instagram
Oh, and it feels so good tonight
Let's act like we're never gonna get it back

No, I never felt anything better than this
You can tell by the look on my face
Nothin' lasts forever, so I look at my wrist
Dopamine overdose
No, I never felt anything better than this
I would give up my tongue for a taste
Even though I know it's catch-and-release
Dopamine overdose

Big sigh, ooh, what a ride
It's for life, then I changed my mind
Penthouse, but I lost my room key
'Nother minute, 'nother problem, 'nother brewski
Yeah, you know, it's funny how it goes
When everything is nothing 'cause all I ever wanted was more
And it feels so good tonight
Let's act like we're never gonna get it back

No, I never felt anything better than this
You can tell by the look on my face
Nothin' lasts forever, so I look at my wrist
Dopamine overdose
No, I never felt anything better than this
I would give up my tongue for a taste
Even though I know it's catch-and-release
Dopamine overdose

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, overdose, mm
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, overdose
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Mourning

Don't want to sober up
The sun is killing my buzz, that's why they call it mourning
Thought I was strong enough
Threw my bottle at the sky, said, "God that's a warning"
Don't want to sober up
Try to keep it inside, but I just want to pour it
Thought I was strong enough
Got a lot of shit to say, couldn't fit it in the chorus

I just left Wally's in a Maserati
The way I gotta flex you'd think I did pilates
I called my quote and quote friends, do you got plans?
Turns out everyone's free when the dinner is
Then they drag me to a party out in Malibu
After thirty High Noons it was pretty cool
Tried to shoot my shot, she told me that she had a shoot, bye-bye (damn)

Don't want to sober up
The sun is killing my buzz, that's why they call it mourning
Thought I was strong enough
Threw my bottle at the sky, said, "God that's a warning"
Don't want to sober up
Try to keep it inside, but I just want to pour it
Thought I was strong enough
Got a lot of shit to say, couldn't fit it in the chorus

Stumbling down a corridor, came across an open door
Throwing up is easy and who put on The Commodores?
That's a nice tile floor, wish I got to know you more
Who am I talking to? Nobody
Take me outside, I'm a little too high
Paid a little too much for the time of my life
When money ain't a problem, everyone's sliding
Even when I tell myself that I

Don't want to sober up
The sun is killing my buzz, that's why they call it mourning
Thought I was strong enough
Threw my bottle at the sky, said, "God that's a warning"
Don't want to sober up
Try to keep it inside, but I just want to pour it
Thought I was strong enough
Got a lot of shit to say, couldn't fit it in the chorus
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Too Cool To Die

I put a sunglass on, so I don't have to say hi (hi)
Send a text after I'm gone, I don't say goodbye (bye)
And my Miss USA called for a ride (ride)
She filled my tank, I didn't spend a dime (dime)

And I don't mind at all
And I don't cry
Ask me how I feel
I'm dynamite, and it goes like

I'm not here for long, my baby
I'm just passin' by
The world keeps gettin' hotter, baby
But I'm too cool to die

She wanna f*ck me on a jet, but I'm scared to fly (fly)
She wanna feed me fancy drinks and keep me up all night (night)
She asked me if I like this wedding ring
For f*ck's sake, it's our first date
I did, and then I went
And bought it on the next date, fits me great, uh

And I don't mind at all
And I don't cry (I don't cry, don't cry)
Ask me how I feel
I'm dynamite, and it goes like

I'm not here for long, my baby
I'm just passin' by (passin' by)
The world keeps gettin' hotter, baby
But I'm too cool to die (I'm too cool, I'm too cool)
I'm not here for long, my baby (oh)
I'm just passin' by (I'm just passin' by)
The world keeps gettin' hotter, baby
But I'm too cool to die (I'm too cool to die)

I'm too cool to die
I'm too cool to die
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Sign Me Up

(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
La-la, la, la
La-la, la, la (yeah)

Met her at a party
She drove a red Ferrari
When we went to get naughty
Didn't care I was steppin' over bodies

Some might say, some might say
I found a new religion
Some might say, some might say
I made a bad decision
Said you could have my heart
If I'm good when the rapture starts

You sold me
There's no way that I could resist it (la, la)
Control me
It's startin' to sound realistic (la, la)
If you think I have a soul to save
I might have a little faith
Take that shit for a ride
You sold me
If your love is a cult, then I'm in it (sign me up)

I couldn't see it coming
There ain't no point in running
I'll even cut off all my hair and change my clothes
Ain't even call my mother
For love, you gotta suffer
I'm gettin' pretty good at doin' what I'm told

Some might say, some might say
I found a new religion
Some might say, some might say
I made a bad decision
Said you could have my heart (heart)
If I'm good when the rapture starts

You sold me
There's no way that I could resist it (la, la)
Control me
It's startin' to sound realistic (la, la)
If you think I have a soul to save
I might have a little faith
Take that shit for a ride
You sold me
If your love is a cult, then I'm in it (sign me up)

But I knew the party was over
When she tried to take my alcohol

You sold me
There's no way that I could resist it (la, la)
Control me
It's startin' to sound realistic (la, la, sign me up)
If you think I have a soul to save
I might have a little faith
Take that shit for a ride (for a ride)
You sold me
If your love is a cult, then I'm in it (sign me up)

La-la, la, la
La-la, la, la
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell, Martin Karl Sandberg, Rami Yacoub
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Socialite

(F*ck)
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

I'm always a drink away from a good day
Put on some Jodeci, gettin' loose, ayy
I pummel the coochie, I'm Bobby Boucher
Maybe that's why they put up with all my bullshit
And I bought a new Bentley without a roof, ayy
In LA they tell me my truck is stupid
Doin' cul-de-sac donuts, man, I'm a nuisance
I left my Prince with the Revolutions

Get hammered all alone
But don't feel bad for me
And my chauffeur drinks Patrón
So call a cab for me, and I'll leave

F*ck me up, it's only a body (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Socialite

Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

I'm feelin' naughty up on a Sunday
F*ck in the backseat of a Hyundai
I'm callin' her Shrek 'cause she got a donkey
It's crazy how well we get along
My new best friend I just met
Now it's, "F*ck everybody else"
You love someone for six weekends
And never talk to them again

Call it what you want
It's such a tragedy (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I pulled the shortest straw
Another casualty, guess I'll leave (ooh-ooh)

F*ck me up, it's only a body (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem (yeah, yeah, yeah)
F*ck me up, it's my birthday party (yeah, yeah, yeah)
So tell me something we got in common (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Socialite
Socialite

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
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Writer: Austin Post, Louis Bell, Andrew Watt, Billy Walsh
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Overdrive

I spend my nights on overdrive
I live my life so overtired
And there's nowhere I can hide
Now I live my life on overdrive
I could be more like him if that's cool with you
I'd do anything to be cool to you
Cool to you

I spend my nights on overdrive
I live my life so uninspired
There ain't no angels in this world
So I live my life on overdrive
I'd remove my tattoos, if that's cool with you
I'd do anything to be cool to you
Cool to you, uh

I could end it with her if that's cool to you
I'd do anything to be cool to you
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, William Walsh, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Speedometer

I just bought a new Lamborghini
That SOB goes two-twenty-five
You called my phone, said you wanted to see me
I couldn't think of a better reason to drive

Led pedal
For your lovin' I would run all the lights
Won't let go
And I can't wait to push my speedometer

Push my, push my, push my, push
Speedometer
Push my, push my, push my, push
Speedometer

Turn the lights off
And put the record on
That you showed me that makes you so horny
Let's make a baby tonight

Led pedal
For your lovin' I would run all the lights
Damn, uh-oh
Yes, I know how fast I was goin', please, officer

Push my, push my, push my, push
Speedometer
Push my, push my, push my, push
Speedometer

My speedometer
Speedometer
My speedometer
Push my, push my, push my
Push my, push my, push my, push
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Hold My Breath

Talk too much
Dream too much
Please don't leave
'Cause you're holdin' onto somethin' special to me
It's essential to me

Hold my breath
'Til I turn green
Please don't leave
'Cause you're holdin' onto somethin' special to me
It's essential to me

My love
Say that you, say that you love me
Don't waste my time

Shut me up
Snuff me out
Please don't leave
'Cause you're holdin' onto somethin' special to me
It's essential to me

My love
Say that you, say that you love me
Don't waste my time
Don't waste my time
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Enough Is Enough

2 AM
They ran out of lemonade
So I shot that vodka straight, anyway
She came in
Missin' bottle off the shelf
I can't drink this by myself, sit with me, babe
Then I started laughin'
Like it was funny
But it really ain't funny, uh

Take me home, don't shut me out
It's easier to leave me down here on the ground
Take me home, baby, I'm f*cked up now
I know it's easier to leave me down here on the ground

'Cause enough is enough
I can't stand up
I can't stand, can't stand, 'cause enough is enough

Long nights in the city of sin
They said I pick fights that I won't ever win
I got a bad bitch that'll bring all her friends
But when I'm with you it's like I'm livin' again
And baby, I'm shit-faced sittin' on the sidewalk
Ain't nobody listenin' when I talk
I fall down and laugh
But it really ain't funny, uh

Take me home, don't shut me out
It's easier to leave me down here on the ground
Take me home, baby, I'm f*cked up now
I know it's easier to leave me down here on the ground

'Cause enough is enough (shut me out)
I can't stand up (I, I)
I can't stand, can't stand, 'cause enough is enough (I, I)
Ha, ha, I can't stand up
Ah-ah-ah, I, I can't stand, can't stand

2 AM
They ran out of lemonade
So I shot that vodka straight, anyway (ooh)
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell, Martin Karl Sandberg, Rami Yacoub
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Texas Tea

Ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

'83 Caddy with the big-square body and the wheels got tucked in
Chewin' on a cigarette, lookin' at me funny, "What the f*ck you smokin'?"
Pop a Tommy collar, then I pop a couple mushies, and I let that shit soak in
Walk into the party, and my neck is on Bugatti, yo' bitch got frozen

(Hah-hah, hah-hah) got them Lucchese boots on my feet
(Hah-hah, hah-hah) punch the gas 'til my leg falls asleep
(Hah-hah, hah-hah) and you know how it goes, ain't it sweet?
(Hah-hah, hah-hah) Texas tea (hah-hah, hah-hah), uh, mm

Watch skeleton, baby wanna bone me
Record companies really tryna clone me
Got these motherf*ckers singin' karaoke
No one's Ginuwine, but they gon' ride my pony
Show the titties off, everybody notice me
Yeah, I'm very pretty, everybody wanna see
And I'm pretty used to everybody oglin'
Now I got that bitch yodelin' in bed, I do

(Hah-hah, hah-hah) twenty necklaces on, guillotine
(Hah-hah, hah-hah) call me daddy, she from Abilene
(Hah-hah, hah-hah) yeah, you know how it goes, ain't it sweet?
(Hah-hah, hah-hah) Texas tea (hah-hah, hah-hah), uh, mm
(Hah-hah, hah-hah) pour me somethin' that's taller than me
(Hah-hah, hah-hah) ecstasy when the drink hits my teeth
(Hah-hah, hah-hah) yeah, you know how it goes, ain't it sweet?
(Hah-hah, hah-hah) Texas tea (hah-hah, hah-hah)
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell, Rami Yacoub
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Buyer Beware

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm

It's been a while since I burned incense
I use my lighter for a pack of twenty
I don't know where the f*ck my Bible went
But I'm sure they'll forgive me

So please don't burn a hole in me
I-I, I know it seems like they got what you need
No one knows you better than yourself

So don't worry
You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know-it-all
So let it go, you'll never know, nothing's wrote in stone
You're your own oracle, it's just a f*ckin' poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know-it-all

So many restaurants in Beverly Hills
My favorite dinner comes in packs of twenty-four
I came home through the window sill
But I'm sure that she'll forgive me

So please don't burn a hole in me
I-I, I know it seems like they got what you need
No one knows you better than yourself

So don't worry
You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know-it-all
So let it go, you'll never know, nothing's wrote in stone
You're your own oracle, it's just a f*ckin' poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know-it-all

Let it go, you'll never know, nothing's wrote in stone
You're your own oracle, it's just a f*ckin' poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers, shit, and maybe I know nothin' at all
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Landmine

Ooh-ooh

And all my friends
Take vitamins
Break off perfect pieces
With violence

And outside
I'm burnin' my way through a stoplight
Baby, I'm fine
I'm just workin' my way through a deadline

And all my friends
Invite 'em in
Light my cigarette
And hope someone's watching
But to be honest, I fumble for the thrill of it
Innocent, militant-like

And outside
I'm burnin' my way through a stoplight
Baby, I'm fine
I'm just thumbin' my way through a landmine

And if you're gettin' sick of it
Imagine how I must feel
But if you're gettin' rid of it
Then maybe I'll just keep some myself

And outside
I'm burnin' my way through a stoplight
Baby, I'm fine
I'm just thumbin' my way through a landmine
Ah
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Green Thumb

Da-da, dum-dum

Drove by your house and noticed it was overgrown
Your flowers are all dead and I thought you should know
What happened to your green thumb that you were so proud of?
Their bodies were scattered and starving for love
Starving for love

One, one, one was on his deathbed
He told me you left long ago
Oh, no, he said with his last breath
"Wake up, she's not comin' home"

Da-da, dum-dum

He must be so cool and own a motorcycle
Buy you new flowers to replace what you left
My new love pours herself out more than I'd like
Her name is Brandy, we'll be married tonight
Married tonight

When I, I, I, I'm on my deathbed
I'll remember you left long ago
Oh, no, I hear the nurse say
"Goodnight, she's never comin' home"
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Laugh It Off

When we was lyin' down on the floor
You said I should smile more
I was killin' your vibe
Pretend I didn't hear your voice
But baby, I was takin' notes
Keep that in mind

Hey, you say you hate me
Ha-ha, I laugh it off
Your mind is made and I can't change it
Somehow

Haven't seen the sun in a month
But it's all sunshine, I forgot how to cry
It feels like pain, pain is a world away
Took my cigarettes and flushed them down the drain, ah
Okay, okay, I'm lyin'

Mm, hey, you say you hate me
Ha-ha, I laugh it off
Your mind is made and I can't change it
Somehow, I laugh it off

And if I learned anything at all
Smile

Talk to me, I know it's over
I'll listen like I did before

Hey, you say you hate me
Ha-ha, I laughed it off
When I f*ck up like I have lately
Somehow, I laugh it off

And if I learned anything at all
Smile, smile
And if I learned anything at all
Smile, smile
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Back to: Post Malone


Austin is the fifth studio album by Post Malone. The bonus version of the album was released five days later to include a new track. Austin was supported by four singles: "Chemical", "Mourning", "Overdrive", and "Enough Is Enough".

A departure from the hip hop-driven sounds of its predecessor, it is a synth-pop, indie pop, and alternative rock album, and is Malone's first project not to feature any guest appearances.

The album is titled after his real first name.
Malone revealed that he played the guitar on every single song on the album, calling the creation process a "fun experience". He described the outcome as the "most challenging and rewarding music" he had ever made, which was a product of constantly making himself work to make it.

Austin received generally positive reviews from music critics and debuted at number two on Billboard 200 chart, in which it earned 113,000 album-equivalent units, of which 34,000 units were pure album sales.
Genre(s): Synth-pop, indie pop, alternative rock
Producer(s): Post Malone, Andrew Watt, Louis Bell, Max Martin, Rami Yacoub
Released: July 28th, 2023
Year: 2023

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