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Post Malone - Twelve Carat Toothache Album Lyrics



Post Malone - Twelve Carat Toothache Lyrics






Reputation

Take my own life just to save yours
Drink it all down, just to throw it up
Take my own life just to save yours (just to save yours)

Take my own life just to save yours
I got a reputation that I can't deny
You're the superstar, entertain us (entertain us)

Entertain us
But please don't wake me up
I betrayed us
But us don't give a f*ck
Kill myself today
Kill it all away
Broken path I made
Please just stay away

I know I f*cked up before, but I won't do it again
And I got a lot of things that I wish I woulda said
And I'm the same damn fool when I wear that hat again
I know I f*cked up and I can't make it right

Watch yourself, I can't slow down
This is who I am, can't be anyone else
So don't let me go, save yourself
Just save yourself, just save yourself
I was born to raise hell, I was born to take pills
I was born to chase mill's, I was born to cave in
I was born to f*ck hoes, I was born to f*ck up
I was born to, what a shame

Take my own life just to save yours
Drink it all down, just to throw it up
Take my own life just to save yours (just to save yours)

Take my own life just to save yours
I got a reputation that I can't deny
You're the superstar, entertain us (entertain us)

Cut my thumb up
Count my check, count my check
Let me choke on
My cigarette, cigarette
Cut my thumb up
Count my check, count my check
Let me choke on
My cigarettes and heavy debt
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Cooped Up

Mm-mm-mm

I'm about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain (hit switch, pull curtain)
And I've been waitin' so long
Now I gotta resurface (I gotta resurface)
And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin' (burnin', burnin', burnin')
'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up (yeah)
I've been f*ckin' cooped up (mm-mm-mm)

Yeah, I'm off the Bud Light, not the bourbon (mm)
I might chop the roof off the Suburban (skrrt)
Tried to Bia Nice Guy, John Terzian (wow)
'Til I started throwin' up in your Birkin (ooh)
Then I woke up in the mornin'
Police showed up at my door with a warrant (f*ck that shit)
I remember flushin' somethin' down the toilet (flush, flush)
Guess he gotta let me off with a warnin'
Return of the Mack (ah)
Feelin' like an outcast, I'm the only guy in slacks
That'll cost you three stacks (three stacks, three stacks)
Now you savin' that check, why you takin' my swag?
Can you give me that back?
Gucci my Prada, Miyake (ooh)
Louis, Bottega, and Tommy
All of these things on my body, let's party (ah-ah-ah)

I'm about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain (hit switch, pull curtain)
And I've been waitin' so long
Now I gotta resurface (I gotta resurface)
And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin' (burnin', burnin', burnin')
'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up (yeah)
I've been f*ckin' cooped up (cooped up, mm-mm-mm)

Shit, gotta pull up
Pull up, I'ma pull up
I pull up, ayy
Got black minks all on the rug, whoa, whoa
Got hella hoes poppin' drugs, whoa, whoa
In every hood, they show us love, whoa, whoa
Partner in crime with me while we whippin' in the spaceship
Got it out the pavement, now we gettin' payment
Everybody 'round me gettin' money, it's too contagious
Kept it solid, now we real rich to they amazement
I pulled up the Black Badge 'cause it was cleaner
I 'member I was just posted up with the demons
And Posty took me on my first damn tour date
He had me rockin' every night, sold out arenas
A project nigga, I never thought I would see shit
If I tried to tell you, you prolly wouldn't believe us

I'm about to pull up
Hit switch, pull curtain (hit switch, pull curtain)
And I've been waitin' so long
Now I gotta resurface (I gotta resurface)
And yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin' (burnin', burnin', burnin')
'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up (yeah)
I've been f*ckin' cooped up (cooped up, mm-mm-mm)

'Til the daylight come, 'til the daylight come
I got sake in my tummy, cigarette in my lungs
It's eleven in the mornin' and we still ain't done
And I'm still that bitch, so what?

Yeah, we 'bout to toast up
All that bread that we burnin' (burnin', burnin', burnin')
'Cause I've been feelin' cooped up (yeah)
I've been f*ckin' cooped up (mm-mm-mm)
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, William Walsh, Louis Russell Bell, Rodrick Wayne Jr. Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Lemon Tree

Couldn't fall asleep all night
I tried with all my might
I thought I knew what you want

It isn't all that nice
But I guess it will suffice
It's hard to know what you want

Could you be
A little less sour?
We're rottin' by the hour
And my heart's rotten too
And every film I watch
I'm on the side of the bad guy

So turn around and show me that I'm better
Some people got an apple
Some people got a tangerine
Look around and all I see
Is people happy with what they're given
Life is pretty sweet, I'm told
I guess I'm shit outta luck
Growin' a lemon tree
I'm gonna burn it down
And grow me somethin' better, yeah, yeah

Blood on my hands, I'm on the fence
I double down
I swing and I miss, a kick in the ribs
In trouble now
Came from the dirt, back in the ground
When I die
But I'ma survive, I got my own ways, oh-oh

Could you be
A little less sour?
We're rottin' by the hour
And my heart's rotten too
And every film I watch
I'm on the side of the bad guy

So turn around and show me that I'm better
Some people got an apple (some people got)
Some people got a tangerine (some people got a tangerine, oh-oh, yeah, yeah)
Look around and all I see
Is people happy with what they're given
Life is pretty sweet, I'm told (I'm told)
I guess I'm shit outta luck
Growin' a lemon tree (growin' a lemon tree)
I'm gonna burn it down
And grow me somethin' better, yeah, yeah

(And grow me somethin' better)
(And grow me somethin' better)
(And grow me somethin' better)
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Brian Dong Ho Lee, Louis Russell Bell, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Wrapped Around Your Finger

You keep me wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
I was caught up in your orbit
Spinnin' like a bullet
I was wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
Then I shot back down to Earth

I can't call you right now, I been drinkin'
And I know that I'll say what I'm thinkin'
My whole life, I was drawn to the deep end
When will it sink in?
Why do I tell myself that I do the best I can?
I know damn well that you couldn't give a damn
Ten billion cuties that think I'm the man
But if you come around, I'll be eatin' out your hand

Keep me wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
I was caught up in your orbit
Spinnin' like a bullet
I was wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
Then I shot back down to Earth (shot back down to Earth)

I keep wonderin', who's the one replacin' me?
Take me back to yesterday
When I was wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
Then was shot back down to Earth (shot back down to Earth)

When we met, you ain't know I was a singer
You weren't impressed by all that ice on my finger (so icy)
I had your mom and daddy's house on my pinky (my pinky)
If I'da known what it'd be like now
I wouldn't be in misery right now
Look in the mirror, I don't see myself
Bein' with me has got to be like hell
So tell the devil I'ma be right down

You keep me wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
I was caught up in your orbit
Spinnin' like a bullet (spinnin' like a bullet)
I was wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
Then I shot back down to Earth (shot back down to Earth)

I keep wonderin', who's the one replacin' me? (Oh)
Take me back to yesterday
When I was wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
Then was shot back down to Earth (shot back down to Earth)

Yeah, I'm wrapped around, and around
And around on your finger now (ooh, ooh, ooh)
You got me wrapped around, and around
And around on your finger now (ooh, ooh)
I'ma be right down

You keep me wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
I was caught up in your orbit
Spinnin' like a bullet (spinnin' like a bullet)
I was wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
Then I shot back down to Earth (shot back down to Earth)

I keep wonderin', who's the one replacin' me? (Oh)
Take me back to yesterday
When I was wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
Then was shot back down to Earth
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Writer: Andrew Wotman, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell, Omer Fedi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




I Like You (A Happier Song)

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

Ooh, girl, I like you, I do
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz
I like you, I do
I'll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans?
I like you, I do
We went over to France and we woke up in Japan
I like you, I do (I do, mm, mm)

Oh, girl, I know you only like it fancy (fancy)
So I pull up in that Maybach Candy
Yeah, your boyfriend'll never understand me (understand me)
'Cause I'm 'bout to pull this girl like a hammy, hammy (wow)
Let's take a lil' dip, lil' lady
Hit PCH, one-eighty
Hey, I've been thinkin' lately
That I need someone to save me
Now that I'm famous, I got hoes all around me
But I need a good girl, I need someone to ground me
So please be true, don't f*ck around with me
I need someone to share this heart with me
Feel you up, then run it back again (run it back again)

Ooh, girl, I like you, I do (I do)
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz (woo)
I like you, I do (I do)
I'll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans?
I like you, I do (mm, I do)
We went over to France and we woke up in Japan
I like you, I do (mm, mm, I do)

Let me know when you're free
'Cause I've been tryna hit it all week, babe
Why you actin' all sweet?
I know that you want lil' ol me
I get a little OD
But ain't shit new to a freak
Lemme drop bands, put a jewel in your teeth
He love the way I drip, turn that pool to the beach
And I coulda copped the Birkin but I cop Céline
Why we got the same taste for the finer things?
Brand new nigga with the same old team
Now he got me on a leash 'cause we said no strings
You know I'm cool with that
Stole the pussy, you ain't get sued for that (get sued, sued)
Wonder what a nigga might do for that (do, might do)
I could be your Chaka, where Rufus at? (Where?)
Eighty in the Benz when the roof go back, ayy
They don't wanna see us get too attached, ayy
I just got a feelin' that we might be friends for a long, long time
You're mine, and you know I like you for that

Ooh, girl, I like you, I do (I do)
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz
I like you, I do (I do)
I'll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans? (Fit me in your plans)
I like you, I do (I do)
We went over to France and we woke up in Japan
I like you, I do (I do, mm, I do)

I just want you, I just want you
Your heart's so big but that ass is huge
Just want you, oh baby
Do you like me too? (Yeah, I like you too)

Ooh, girl, I like you, I do (I do)
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz
I like you, I do (I do, mm, I do)

I like you
I wanna be your girlfriend, baby
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Writer: Amala Ratna Dlamini, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Jasper Lee Harris, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




I Cannot Be (A Sadder Song)

Oh, oh, mmm

How am I free when you hold me so tight?
How can I beam when you blockin' my light?
I cannot be what you want me
What you want me, what you want me to be

How can I see when you cover my eyes?
And can I just sleep when I'm so f*ckin' tired?
So tell me right now what you want me
What you want me, what you want me to be
(What you want me to be)

Yeah, ooh
What you wanna do is tell me off, no
What you wanna do is f*ck me up, ooh
What you're not gon' do is top me off
So excuse me for an hour while I love myself
You told me
You'd protect my heart, you'd be my goalie
Thinkin' 'bout that bullshit that you sold me
And I know that I ain't perfect
But you so mean, we were homies
You trip me up just to watch me fall
Smoke another a cigarette, wash the last one down
So down, down, 'til I'm flat on my face
You're the reason why I get so high

How am I free when you hold me so tight?
How can I beam when you blockin' my light?
I cannot be what you want me
What you want me, what you want me to be

How can I see when you cover my eyes?
And can I just sleep when I'm so f*ckin' tired?
So tell me right now what you want me
What you want me, what you want me to be

Got a custom diamond ring and, no, he don't got a wife
Got a large amount of things, I can't total the price
I told her I don't need her, she can leave out my life
You only get one try, but if it's lit, we go twice
I pull up in a hard top, it's a drop-top
Told you we'd be multimillionaires, why lie?
She know I do not care for no pressin' my mind
The factory Skeleton on my wrist say prime-time
How couldn't you just let me be me?
You startin' to be measly
I couldn't even find out 'cause you leavin' me
You can tell I'm pure, you can feel my energy
Really rich, we ain't livin' free
Gotta keep it solid and we all agree

How am I free when you hold me so tight?
How can I beam when you blockin' my light?
I cannot be what you want me
What you want me, what you want me to be

How can I see when you cover my eyes?
And can I just sleep when I'm so f*ckin' tired?
So tell me right now what you want me
What you want me, what you want me to be

Oh, ah-ah-ah
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell, Sergio Kitchens, Taurus Bucy Jr. Currie
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Insane

(Yeah, we want to go insane)

Take your bitch, give her back, insane
Send her packin', she was actin' crazy
Goin' batshit in the backseat, Range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey (wow)
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batshit in the backseat, Range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey

Bring that ass, meet me backstage
A million racks, I need it cash, cake
Yeah, we both got a car, but it's different
Yeah, we both got a house, but it's different
Yeah, we both got teeth, but it's different
(Both got teeth, both got teeth) (damn)

I wanna see somethin' in a short skirt, please
I wanna see somethin' in a shirt skort, please (wow)
Treat my top like my ex, I'm gon' cut it off completely
Treat my top like my ex, I'm gon' cut it off completely (skrrt-skrrt)

Take your bitch, give her back, insane
Send her packin', she was actin' crazy
Goin' batshit in the backseat, Range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey (wow)
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batshit in the backseat, Range (skrrt)
She was classy, now she nasty, hey

Second verse, second verse, yeah
Second verse, second verse, again (damn)
Put her on game, this is not the same though
This is a Mulsanne, diamonds make a rainbow
Keep my Glocky tucked like a baby in a manger
When your girl around me, she treat you like a stranger
I got twenty, thirty strippers in the sprinter van
It's a little cramped, they tryna teach me how to dance

Ooh, and you talkin' this shit, but
You ain't gonna do shit, ooh (gonna do shit, ooh)
I ain't even gotta get up
Ain't nobody scared of you, ooh (damn)

Take your bitch, give her back, insane (wow)
Send her packin', she was actin' crazy
Goin' batshit in the backseat, Range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey (wow)
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batshit in the backseat, Range (wow)
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Love/Hate Letter to Alcohol

I woke up on the ground
I guess I should've kept that shit to myself
Turns out I'm pretty good at runnin' my mouth
But not good enough (not good enough)
You know when I go in, it's lights out
I couldn't hear a thing 'cause the song was too loud
Last night I had thirty-two teeth in my mouth
Some went away
Why'd you have to go and f*ckin' ruin my day?

You're the reason why I got my ass kicked
But you're the only way to drown my sadness
This is my love-hate letter out to alcohol
You're the reason why I got my ass kicked

I was laid out flat like a centerfold
Jakey and his partner drove me home
Lookin' in the mirror, something's wrong
Let me get my dentist on the phone
Found my keys and I went back out
Someone asked me how it all went down
I remember like it's yesterday
I took a shot, took a shot, took a shot, took another shot
Fell right out my f*ckin' chair, swingin' for his eye
Then a big chrome ring flew in from the side
I thought I died
Why'd you have to go and f*ckin' ruin my night?

You're the reason why I got my ass kicked
But you're the only way to drown my sadness
This is my love-hate letter out to alcohol
You're the reason why I got my ass kicked
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell, Robin Noel Pecknold
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Wasting Angels

Mm

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
Oh, oh, this life is crazy
This is like another thing I can't explain
This is like a summer flame that got away
I won't let another angel go to waste
Oh, oh, this life is crazy

Oh, Vividus bed where I'm layin' my head (ooh)
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 (whoa)
This is like the first time I bought a chain (whoa)
This is like when I was sane before the fame
Oh, oh, this life is crazy (oh)
This is like another thing I can't explain (oh)
This is like a summer flame that got away
I won't let another angel go to waste
Oh, 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 (gone, gone)
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 (I do)
You know how far that I will go (how far)
Every road takes its toll
Before you leave, I'm gone, I'm gone (ayy)

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
Oh, oh, this life is crazy
This is like another thing I can't explain
This is like a summer flame that got away
I won't let another angel go to waste
Oh, 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

(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, if I never have
I should listen to you now, if I never have
I should listen to you now
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, William Walsh, Charlton Kenneth Jeffrey Howard, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Euthanasia

Took a f*ckin' sip from my ash can
It didn't bother me too much
I spit another tooth in the trash can
I gave up on keepin' me intact

When I go out
It ain't gonna hurt at all
A choir of angels
Euthanasia

Behold, a sober moment
Too short, and far between
I should crack one open
To celebrate being clean

When I go out
It ain't gonna hurt at all
An end to anger
Euthanasia
When I go out
Ain't gonna hurt at all
Familiar stranger
Euthanasia

They say it's painless
Euthanasia
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




When Im Alone

We made a pact you'd take me back
Always, again
I'm bleedin' out, I need you now
Can't let you win
I want it all, I want it all
I push so hard, I break it
My only home went down in smoke
It's bittersweet, I taste it

So why you lonely?
'Cause I'm healin' slowly
In a moment, your memory is fadin' on me
Got no expectations now that I'm forsaken
See what I'm made of, find out if I can take it now

When I'm alone, pretend I'm lettin' you go
Just tell me who to blame for this
When wakin' up feels like a punch in the gut
Just tell me, who's to blame for this?

All I wanted was a piece of decent on the side (on the side)
When we go to bed, she be creepin' on my side (on my side)
I was drinkin' all day, I let her spend the night
When I took her home, she left somethin' in my ride, in my ride (damn)
Then my baby found out
Now I'm livin' in a hotel, livin' in a hotel
Ain't that bad, I got room service
Livin' in a hotel, livin' in a hotel

What your life like? Need a lifeline right now
Ninety-nine nights, tryna get my mind right now
Life is sour, even when I'm in the limelight now
But I try somehow

When I'm alone, pretend I'm lettin' you go
Just tell me who to blame for this
When wakin' up feels like a punch in the gut
Just tell me, who's to blame for this?

(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da)
Tell me who's to blame for this
(Da-da-da, da-da-da)
Tell me who's to blame for this (da-da-da, da-da)
Tell me who?
(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da)
(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da)
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Waiting for a Miracle

Oh my God
Just take the firearm from me
Holy f*ck
I understand that I'm too weak

Oh my God
Just shut me up for heaven's sake
So I load one round
I'm scared to die while I'm awake

So I close my eyes
And wait for a miracle

And everything done for the dead
After they're dead
Is for the living
And everything done while they're dead
Goddammit
That's our decision
I kept my eyes closed, it was easy
Now I see it with perfect vision
And everything done for the dead
After they're dead
Is for the living

F*ck me up
F*ck it, get f*cked up, hey
F*ck me up, yeah
And stay f*cked up
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




One Right Now

[The Weeknd]
Na-na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na, oh no
Yeah, yeah

[The Weeknd & Post Malone]
Said you love me, but I don't care
That I broke my hand on the same wall
That you told me that he f*cked you on (Oh)
You think it's so easy f*ckin' with my feelings
I got one comin' over and one right now (Uh)
One right now
(One right now, one right now, oh)
I got one comin' over and one right now

[Post Malone]
Said you wanna have my babies
I f*cked you so good, you should pay me
Don't call me "baby" when you did me so wrong
(When you did me so wrong)
But I got over what you did already
Body for a body, so petty
How many of your friends fit in my Rolls? (Can you fit in my Rolls?)
Bought you a new face, you should call me "Dad," baby
Hermès, but you dropped the bag, baby
Truth is, maybe one's just not еnough

[Post Malone & The Weeknd]
You say you love me, but I don't care
That I brokе my hand on the same wall
That you told me that he f*cked you on (That he f*cked you on)
You think it's so easy f*ckin' with my feelings (Feelings)
I got one comin' over and one right now (Uh)
One right now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(One right now, one right now, oh yeah)
I got one comin' over and one right now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(One right now, one right now, oh)
I got one comin' over and one right now

[The Weeknd]
You're a stain on my legacy
We can't be friends, can't be family (Oh)
You probably f*ck all my enemies (Oh)
I can't let you be next to me
Oh, you belong to the world now
So just me leave me alone now
We're not in touch no more

[Post Malone & The Weeknd, Post Malone, The Weeknd]
You say you love me, but I don't care (No, I don't care)
That I broke my hand on the same wall
That you told me that he f*cked you on (Oh)
You think it's so easy f*ckin' with my feelings (Feelings)
I got one comin' over and one right now
One right now (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
(F*ckin' with my, f*ckin' with my feelings)
I got one comin' over and one right now
(Ooh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
(One right now)
I got one comin' over and one right now

[Post Malone & The Weeknd, Post Malone, The Weeknd]
(Hey)
(One right now, one right now)
(Ooh yeah)
I got one comin' over and one right now
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Andrew Bolooki, Austin Post, Billy Walsh, Brian Lee, Dre London, Louis Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




New Recording 12 Jan 3 2020

Took another sip from my ash can
Didn't bother me too much
Spit enough tooth in the trash can
Don't bother keepin' in touch

When I go out, it ain't gonna hurt at all
Choir of angels, euthanasia
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Austin Richard Post
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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Twelve Carat Toothache is the fourth studio album by Post Malone. The album includes guest appearances from Roddy Ricch, Doja Cat, Gunna, Fleet Foxes, the Kid Laroi, and the Weeknd. The deluxe edition was later released on June 7, 2022, including two new tracks, "Waiting For Never" and "Hateful".

Twelve Carat Toothache was supported by three singles: "One Right Now", "Cooped Up", and "I Like You (A Happier Song)". The album received generally positive reviews from critics and was a commercial success.

On the album he said:
"To be honest, I think everyone in America is going a little bit crazy sitting at home all day. So I've gone a little bit crazy, and I wanted to take more steps outside of my comfort range and make music that I think - to me - is some of the best I've made. I probably say that every album cycle, but for me it feels so special. I want to make an album that will uplift and show that people are not alone in their times of loneliness and worry and that at the end of the day we all just need to show love to everyone on the planet and figure things out. So we're working pretty hard, and I think we're making some incredible stuff."

It debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200, earning 121,000 album-equivalent units in its first week. The album is Post Malone's fourth top-five album in the US.
Genre(s): Pop, dance-pop, R&B
Producer(s): Andrew Bolooki, Andrew Watt, Brian Lee, Bryvn, Charlie Handsome, Frankie XY, Hector Soundz, Jasper Harris, Louis Bell, Omer Fedi, Post Malone, Taurus
Released: June 3rd, 2022
Year: 2022

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