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Buyer Beware

Post Malone

Mm-mm
Mm

It's been a while since I burned incense
I used my lighter for a pack of twenty
I don't where the fuck my bible went
But I'm sure he'll forgive me

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

So don't worry
You shouldn't spend your money on me, dollars gon' 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 wrong, it's gone
Girl, you won't, I'll recall, it's just a fuckin' poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all

Too many restaurants in beverly hills
My favorite dinner comes in packs of twenty-four
I came home through a windowsill
But I'm sure that she'll forgive me

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

So don't worry
You shouldn't spend your money on me, dollars gon' 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 wrong, it's gone
Girl, you won't, I'll recall, it's just a fuckin' 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 wrong, it's gone (it's already gone)
Girl, you won't, I'll recall, it's just a fuckin' poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers, fuck, maybe I know nothin' at all

Composição: Post Malone, Louis Bell, ?watt





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