Post Malone - F-1 Trillion Album Lyrics

Wrong Ones
Finer Things
I Had Some Help
Pour Me A Drink
Have the Heart
What Don't Belong to Me
Goes Without Saying
Guy For That
Nosedive
Losers
Devil I've Been
Missin' You Like This
California Sober
Hide My Gun
Right About You
M-E-X-I-C-O
Yours

Wrong Ones

[ Featuring Tim McGraw ]

Lift kit on a limousine, I got
Ten problems down in Tennessee, and I
Ain't got the time to fix 'em all
Skipped breakfast at Tiffany's for a
Little sermon with Bethany
Now I'm sittin' at a bar on 17th, and I'm gone

With them cold ones comin'
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got f*ck you money, girl
Come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line
When they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me

Straight out of Louisian', I'm a
Bad boy, real good man, got a
Six-pack and a farmer's tan, top of the world
I can't help that they wanna glance
Ain't one that don't wanna dance
Bunch of cowboys sayin', "Please don't take the girl"

Keep them cold ones comin'
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got country money, honey
Come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line
The way they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me

Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na

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Writer: Keith Smith, Luis Angel Ballaba, Ryan Vojtesak, Post Malone, James McNair, Luke Combs
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Finer Things

[ Featuring Hank Williams Jr. ]

Catfish caviar, south of Florida cigar
Stag grip single action fallin' down my Chrome Hearts
Platinum on my teeth and wagyu on my grill
And George Jones crankin' out my Coupe DeVille
Yeah, I'm a five-star
Hell raisin' dive bar rockstar

I got a thing for the finer things
I'm in that deer blind with a diamond ring
My Lambo' and my ammo's all camo green
Yeah, I got a F-1 Trillion limousine
I got a ten-point blonde in the shotgun seat
I got a thing, got a thing for the finer things
Yeah, I do, ooh
Hmm

I got a 50-foot pontoon, tripled up Evinrude
Leavin' me a tidal wave of wake when I flow through
Sippin' on a Solo of Pappy Reserve
Big H on the top for my getaway bird
Aw, turn up the "Ramblin' Man"
'Til the whole lake knows I'm a Hank fan

I got a thing for the finer things
I'm in the deer blind with a diamond ring
My Lambo' and my ammo's all camo green
Yeah, I got a F-1 Trillion limousine
I got a ten-point blonde in the shotgun seat
I got a thing, got a thing for the finer things
Yeah, I do

I got a thing for the finer things
I'm in that deer blind with a diamond ring
My Lambo' and my ammo's all camo green
Yeah, I got a F-1 Trillion limousine
I got a ten-point blonde in the shotgun seat
I got a thing, got a thing for the finer things
Yeah, I do, ooh
Yeah, I do, hmm

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Writer: Keith Smith, Luis Angel Ballaba, Ryan Vojtesak, Post Malone, James McNair, Josh Thompson, Luke Combs
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I Had Some Help

[ Featuring Morgan Wallen ]

[Post Malone]
You got a lotta nerve, don't you, baby?
I only hit the curb 'cause you made me
You're tellin' all your friends that I'm crazy
Like I'm the only one
Why'd you throw them stones if you
Had a wild hair of your own or two?
Livin' in your big glass house with a view
I thought you knew

I had some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
Been deep in every weekend if you couldn't tell
They say, "Teamwork makes the dream work"
Hell, I had some help (Help)

(Help)

[Morgan Wallen]
You thought I'd take the blame for us a-crumbling
Go 'round like you ain't guilty of somethin'
Already lost the game that you been runnin'
Guess it's catchin' up to you, huh
You think that you're so innocent
After all the shit you did
I ain't an angel, you ain't heaven-sent
Can't wash our hands of this

I had some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
Been deep in every weekend if you couldn't tell
They say, "Teamwork makes the dream work"
Hell, I had some help (Help)

[Post Malone]
(Help)
(Help)
(Help)

[Morgan Wallen & Post Malone]
It takes two to break a heart in two, ooh
Baby, you blame me and, baby, I blame you
Aw, if that ain't the truth (Oh)

[Post Malone & Morgan Wallen]
I had some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
Been deep in every weekend if you couldn't tell
They say, "Teamwork makes the dream work"
Hell, I had some help (Help)

[Post Malone]
(Help)
(Help)
(Help)

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Writer: Austin Post, Ernest Smith, Hoskins, Louis Bell, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
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Pour Me A Drink

[ Featuring Blake Shelton ]

Fourty hours got me goin' out my mind
Dallas dropped another game in overtime
Caught a ticket speeding down the 65
Don't know where I'm goin'

Guess I really went and messed it up again
Now, my baby's goner than the Tulsa wind
Judgin' by the stone-sober state I'm in
Need to crack one wide open

Somebody pour me a drink, somebody bum me a smoke
I'm 'bout to get on a buzz, I'm 'bout to get on a roll
Yeah, I been breakin' my back just keepin' up with the Joneses
Y'all know what I mean, and y'all know how it goes
When it's up on a Friday and I'm paid, slide one over my way
I can't even think when I can hear one callin' my name (hey)

Somebody pour me a drink
Pour me a drink

Bourbon-brown eyes tryna get me drunk
Ain't stoppin' 'til the bottle and the job is done
Hey, I think I might've found my future love
Buddy, you should probably buy her one

Somebody pour me a drink, somebody bum me a smoke
I'm 'bout to get on a buzz, I'm 'bout to get on a roll
Yeah, I been breakin' my back just keepin' up with the Joneses
Y'all know what I mean, yeah, y'all know how it goes
When it's up on a Friday and I'm paid, slide one over my way
I can't even think when I can hear one callin' my name (hey)

Somebody pour me a drink
Somebody pour me a drink

Ooh

Somebody pour me a drink, somebody bum me a smoke
I'm 'bout to get on a buzz, I'm 'bout to get on a roll
Yeah, I been breakin' my back just keepin' up with the Joneses
Y'all know what I mean, yeah, y'all know how it goes
When it's up on a Friday and I'm paid, slide one over my way
I can't even think when I can hear one callin' my name (hey)

Somebody pour me a drink
Somebody pour me a drink
Yeah, somebody pour me a drink

Hey, yessir, pour me a drink
I'm on it, buddy
Pour me a drink

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Writer: Rocky Block, Ryan Vojtesak, Louis Bell, Austin Richard Post, John Calton, Jordan Dozzi
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Have the Heart

[ Featuring Dolly Parton ]

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 slammin' a revolvin' door (mhm)
Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours

I should be calling it quits instead of calling you up (yeah)
We should be making some plans instead of makin' love (oh)
We're playing chicken with "enough is enough"

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 slammin' a revolvin' door (mhm)
Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours

I don't have the heart
Mm, mm, mm
Wanna hear somethin' sexy?

I like the way that my bed is looking over your boots
And them bell-bottoms I wear make walking out hard to do
We know well that it ain't gonna work
Oh, what the hell's one more night gonna hurt?

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 slammin' a revolvin' door (mhm)
Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours (to break yours)

We should saw this love in half on a sawdust floor
Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours
Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours
I just can't do it

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Writer: Austin Post
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What Don't Belong to Me

I can wrap a rope around the moon
Tie it up and drag it down to you
Honey, if you ask me to
You know I'd try it
I could put some diamonds 'round your neck
Dancin' in a ruby-red sunset
Girl, if you don't wanna land this jet
Let's keep on flyin'

Every string, every chord, my guitar
I'll give you everything in the world but my heart

'Cause I gave half to them half-way lovers
I left some to them two drunk summers
Left a piece at the bar with the keys to my car
I know I'm never gettin' it back
I lost a lot to that whiskey sippin'
I gave the rest to that rockstar livin'
Take all of me but there's one thing missin'
Baby, I can't give you what don't belong to me

What don't belong to me, what don't belong to me
What don't belong to me
What don't belong to me, what don't belong to me (mm)

I can lay you down, I could change your life
Maybe not forever, nah, but baby, for the night
If I knew I need you one day
I woulda never gave it all away

And I wish I could give you the best
'Cause you deserve much more than this hole in my chest

'Cause I gave half to them half-way lovers
I left some to them two drunk summers
Left a piece at the bar with the keys to my car
I know I'm never gettin' it back
I lost a lot to that whiskey sippin'
I gave the rest to that rockstar livin'
Take all of me but there's one thing missin'
Baby, I can't give you what don't belong to me

What don't belong to me, what don't belong to me
What don't belong to me
What don't belong to me, what don't belong to me (oh)

Yeah, you keep holdin' on, but it's gone when it's gone and you can't replace it
Baby, let's just face it
Baby, let's just face it

'Cause I gave half to those half-way lovers
I left some to them two drunk summers
Left a piece at the bar with the keys to my car
I know I'm never gettin' it back
I gave a lot to that whiskey sippin'
I gave the rest to that rockstar livin'
Take all of me but there's one thing missin'
Baby, I can't give you what don't belong to me

What don't belong to me, what don't belong to me
And what don't belong to me
What don't belong to me, what don't belong to me
And what don't belong to me
What don't belong to me, what don't belong to me
What don't belong to me
What don't belong to me, what don't belong to me
And what don't belong to me

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Writer: Austin Post
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Goes Without Saying

[ Featuring Brad Paisley ]

Coulda turned my whiskey and my Whitley and my crazy down a notch
Coulda bought a few more dozen from that on-my-way-home flower shop
Shoulda said I'm sorry, finally got around to changin'
Yeah, it goes without sayin', oh

And it goes without sayin', she ain't comin' back
It goes without sayin', she put me in the past
That train left the station, she didn't have to tell me why
There she goes without sayin', without sayin' goodbye
Sayin' goodbye

I coulda put her first, tucked in my shirt and gone to church 'stead of stayin' out
Coulda told her not to go, and stopped her old red Honda leavin' town
I could list a hundred reasons why she did the walkin'
But her taillights are doin' all the talkin', oh

And it goes without sayin', she ain't comin' back
It goes without sayin', she put me in the past
That train left the station, she didn't have to tell me why
There she goes without sayin', without sayin' goodbye
Sayin' goodbye

No "See you around"
No "It's not you, it's me"
No long-drawn-out
She kept it short and not so sweet

And it goes without sayin', she ain't comin' back
It goes without sayin', she put me in the past
And that train left the station, she didn't have to tell me why
There she goes without sayin', without sayin' goodbye
Goes without sayin'
Goes without sayin'
Without sayin' goodbye

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Writer: Austin Post, Brad Paisley
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Guy For That

[ Featuring Luke Combs ]

I got a guy designin' my rifle
My mama's new boyfriend re-binds Bibles
Ricky down the road, he re-souls Red Wings, hell
I got a guy for every damn thing
Oh, that ain't exactly what I'm lookin' for
'Cause I'm lookin' for

Someone to put her tires back into drive
And if they don't, then I just might
Lose what's left of my never lovin' mind
I'm damn near down, to my last dime
I'm pretty good at breakin' down a heart
But pickin' up the pieces is the hard part
She's searchin' for someone who's gonna build it back
But I ain't got a guy for that

Ain't got a guy for that
Ain't got a guy for that
Ain't got a guy for that

Know a VIP up at MIT
And he still won't let me fly the time machine
Someone to turn back the hands on my new AP
But, buddy, what I really need

Is someone to put her tires back into drive
And if they don't, then I just might
Lose what's left of my never lovin' mind
I'm damn near down, to my last dime
I'm pretty good at breakin' down a heart
But pickin' up the pieces is the hard part
She's searchin' for someone who's gonna build it back
But I ain't got a guy for that

Ain't got a guy for that
Ain't got a guy for that (guy for that)
Ain't got a guy
I ain't got a guy for that
Ain't got a guy for that
Ain't got a guy for that (guy for that)
Ain't got a guy
I ain't got a guy for that

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Writer: Austin Post, Charlie Handsome, Ernest Smith, Hoskins, James McNair, Louis Bell, Luke Combs
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Nosedive

[ Featuring Lainey Wilson ]

I found God lookin' for the devil
Chasin' a high I couldn't keep forever
It's always worse before the better, I suppose
And how far down, it's hard to tell
When to buy and when to sell
'Cause that comedown, it hurts like hell
And every thorn has its rose

Sometimes you're drivin', sometimes you're stallin'
Sometimes you're flyin', sometimes you're fallin'
But there's still beauty in the nosedive
Sometimes you're runnin', sometimes you're crawlin'
Sometimes you're broke, but sometimes you're ballin'
But there's still beauty in the nosedive

I hit rock and dropped the shovel
Clawed my way out past the rubble
Do my best, stay outta trouble, heaven knows
Sometimes, the picture, it ain't perfect
But there's learnin' in the hurtin'
Sick of bearin' all the burden
Every thorn has its rose

Sometimes you're drivin', sometimes you're stallin'
Sometimes you're flyin', sometimes you're fallin'
But there's still beauty in the nosedive
Sometimes you're runnin', sometimes you're crawlin'
Sometimes you're broke, but sometimes you're ballin'
But there's still beauty in the nosedive

Ah, on my descent, the turbulence is my best friend
Buckle up and enjoy the ride
I cut my line through pale blue sky
To remind me I'm alive

Sometimes you're drivin', sometimes you're stallin'
Sometimes you're flyin', sometimes you're fallin'
But there's still beauty in the nosedive (beauty in the nosedive)
Sometimes you're runnin', sometimes you're crawlin'
Sometimes you're broke, but sometimes you're ballin'
But there's still beauty in the nosedive

Sometimes you're drivin', sometimes you're stallin'
Sometimes you're flyin', sometimes you're fallin'
But there's still beauty in the nosedive

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Writer: Austin Post, Lainey Denay Wilson
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Losers

[ Featuring Jelly Roll ]

Last-callers, last-chancers
Nine-to-fivers, truckers, dancers
Couple Chuck's, Ern's, and Chandler's
With a whole lotta prayers unanswered
Whiskey by noon, and beer before that
Southbound train on a hell-bound track
Might just put two middle fingers up and throw one back for all the
People who ain't ever felt at home
Just spinnin' on a rock and gettin' stoned

Yeah, this one's for the losers
The outcasts and the sinners
The ain't never been no winners
Let's hear it for the losers
Ain't got nowhere to fit in
There's a place you can always get in, oh
You might be lonely but you're never alone
You're right here where you're supposed to be
Right here with all the losers
The one's like you
And the one's like me

My therapist is a good bartender
Heart breakers and two-month benders
Bad times that we can't forget and
Good times that we won't remember
Raise 'em up when we hear a sad song
Love the cry of a steel guitar
No way to change the way we are

This one's for the losers
The outcasts and the sinners
The ain't never been no winners
Let's hear it for the losers
Ain't got nowhere to fit in
There's a place you can always get in (oh, oh)
You might be lonely but you're never alone
You're right here where you're supposed to be
Right here with all the losers
The one's like you
And the one's like me

If you're livin' like you got nothin' to lose

There's a spot for you beside me on this stool

Come kick it with the losers (oh)
The outcasts and the sinners
The ain't never been no winners (never been no winners)
Let's hear it for the losers (hear it for the losers)
Ain't got nowhere to fit in
There's a place you can always get in (yeah, oh)
You might be lonely but you're never alone
You're right here where you're supposed to be
Right here with all the losers
The one's like you
And the one's like me
Ooh, ooh, ooh

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Writer: Austin Post, Jason Deford
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Devil I've Been

[ Featuring Ernest ]

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 Hank up on the wall, that man done seen it all

Thank God there's still salvation
For a guy like me who still needs savin'

So I hung my horns on the wall soon as she walked in
Been in here gettin' half gone with all my hell-bound friends
Yeah, I'm about tired of livin' this life of sin
Girl, I'm one hell of a night
Yeah, but I ain't the devil I've been

Ain't the devil, ain't the devil, ain't the devil I've been
Ain't the devil I've been
Ain't the devil, ain't the devil, ain't the devil I've been

Oh, I've been around the world twice
One foot from six feet deep
I got some burns from a flame I thought could never get me
And wouldn't you know
She fell right through the roof of the bar where I met
Yeah, and pulled up a stool

Thank God there's still salvation
For a guy like me who still needs savin'

So I hung my horns on the wall soon as she walked in
Been in here gettin' half gone with all my hell-bound friends
Yeah, I'm about tired of livin' this life of sin
Girl, I'm one hell of a night
Yeah, but I ain't the devil I've been

Ain't the devil, ain't the devil, ain't the devil I've been
Oh, the devil I've been
Ain't the devil, ain't the devil, ain't the devil I've been

Oh, I ain't the flame I used to be
Yeah, it's funny how a cage can make a man feel so free
Oh

So I hung my horns on the wall soon as she walked in
Been in here gettin' half gone with all my hell-bound friends (hell-bound friends)
Yeah, I'm about tired of livin' this life of sin
Girl, I'm one hell of a night
Yeah, but I ain't the devil I've been

Ain't the devil, ain't the devil, ain't the devil I've been
Oh, I ain't the devil I've been
Ain't the devil, ain't the devil, ain't the devil I've been
Oh, I ain't the devil I've been
Ain't the devil, ain't the devil, ain't the devil I've been
Oh, I ain't the devil I've been
Ain't the devil, ain't the devil, ain't the devil I've been
I ain't the devil I've been

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Writer: Austin Post, Ernest Keith Smith
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Missin' You Like This

[ Featuring Luke Combs ]

I thought I'd think about you every now and then
When the rain falls down in Kansas, when I hear "Dust in the Wind"
When I told you I was leavin' in that Exxon parking lot
I thought the world would keep on turnin', no one told me it would stop

And I'da called you crazy after we were through
If you'da told me that it'd take me all my life to get over you

I knew for a night, girl, I'd be drinkin' 'bout you
But it's years gone by and I'm still dreamin' 'bout you
Cross my heart 'til I die
I swear to God, I woulda never done what I did
If I knew that I'd be missin' you like this

Wake up in the mornin' in a bed with someone new
She don't know I still got pictures in that box instead of boots
You're the whiskey in my coffee, the unanswered in my prayers
You're the reason I'm still lonely even when the next best thing is layin' right here

I knew for a night, girl, I'd be drinkin' 'bout you
But it's years gone by and I'm still dreamin' 'bout you
Cross my heart 'til I die
I swear to God, I woulda never done what I did
If I knew that I'd be missin' you like this

I'da called you crazy after we were through
If you'da said they'd have to lay me six feet under just to get over you

I knew for a night that I'd be drinkin' 'bout you
But it's years gone by and I'm still dreamin' 'bout you
Cross my heart 'til I die
I swear to God, I woulda never done what I did
If I knew that I'd be missin' you like this

I'd be missin' you like this
Missin' you like this

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Writer: Luis Angel Ballaba, Ryan Vojtesak, Post Malone, James McNair, Michael Hardy, Ashley Gorley, Luke Combs
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California Sober

[ Featuring Chris Stapleton ]

California sober on the highway 1
Over on the shoulder, thought I saw some fun
Lookin' for a ride
Trouble in some daisies, holdin' out her thumb
Stole some sucker's money, now she's on the run
And she wanna get high

She said, "I'll take you on a little trip
Come on, give these lips a try"

She drank up all my whiskey, blew down all my smoke
I became the punchline of some cosmic joke
Damn bottle was dry
Kinda wanted to cry
She whispered "Pull it over," I said, "You're the boss"
In a southern drawl said, "Here's where I get off"
I've enjoyed our time

She said, "Baby, give me one more kiss
Before I kiss your ass goodbye"

Needed me some diesel just to get back home
Tried to pay the man and found my money gone
Had to bum a ride

So if you see them daisie's walkin' 'round
Son, you best just pass 'em by
And if you see a wallet on the ground
Bet yo' ass, that shit is mine

Uh-huh
Huh

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Writer: Austin Post, Chris Stapleton
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Hide My Gun

[ Featuring Hardy ]

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
On the same damn road we drove a thousand times
I swear I saw a message in them white and yellow lines
And I ain't sayin' I'm a killer or if I'll ever be, but hypothetically

Would you hide my gun? Would you tell no one?
Would you pack a never-comin'-back-again bag?
If the three-times-four's bangin' at our door
Would you stall and let me slip out the back?
Girl, if you wanted to, could you get to runnin' to that never-endin'-honeymoon Mexico sun?
'Cause you know I adore ya, no shit, I'd kill a man for ya
And if I did, would you hide my gun?
Would you hide my gun?

If you had to dig a hole, would you take it to the grave?
Put some concrete shoes at the bottom of the lake
If I shot him dead, would you shoot me straight?
Yeah, shoot me straight

Would you hide my gun? Would you tell no one?
Would you pack a never-comin'-back-again bag?
If the three-times-four's bangin' at our door
Would you stall and let me slip out the back?
Girl, if you wanted to, could you get to runnin' to a never-endin'-honeymoon Mexico sun?
'Cause you know I adore ya, no shit, I'd kill a man for ya
And if I did, would you hide my gun?
Would you hide my gun?

A big wheel gun in my right hand, tiny diamond in my left
Are you down to go the distance, Lord, in sickness and in health?
'Cause nothin' gonna part us
Not even death

Would you hide my gun? Would you tell no one?
Would you pack a never-comin'-back-again bag?
If the three-times-four's bangin' at our door
Would you stall and let me slip out the back?
Girl, if you wanted to, could you get to runnin' to that never-endin'-honeymoon Mexico sun?
'Cause you know I adore ya, no shit, I'd kill a man for ya
And if I did, would you hide my gun?
Would you hide my gun?

Lord, I didn't do anything wrong
I'm only askin' just because

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Right About You

Would you still love me if we were down bad and out a home?
I made all my money singin' so sad and lonely songs
But all my diamonds came from dirt
The more I love you, the less I hurt
And now my pen can't find the words

I wrote songs about sinnin', evil women, pills, and cars
I wrote songs about drinkin' 'til you walked in and raised the bar
But who am I to write rock bottom from the highs you took me to?
Thank God I was right about you

You can say you hate me as long as you don't mean it
Maybe go half crazy, don't need a rhyme or reason
Girl, you can go and pick a fight, slam that door and lock me outside
Just for one night so I can find a brand new melody

I wrote songs about sinnin', evil women, pills, and cars
I wrote songs about drinkin' 'til you walked in and raised the bar
But who am I to write rock bottom from the highs you took me to?
Thank God I was right about you

I could change up all the chords, get my fingers flowin' free
But as long as you're with me, I can have my harmony

I wrote songs about sinnin', evil women, pills, and cars
I wrote songs about drinkin' 'til you walked in and raised the bar
But who am I to write rock bottom from the highs you took me to?
Thank God I was right about you

Thank God I was right about you

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M-E-X-I-C-O

[ Featuring Billy Strings ]

I was hangin' 'round in Brooklyn town with a settle-down type girl
Her daddy was a diplomat who thought he ruled the world
And he was well-connected, he helped me connect the dots
He paid me off to leave, and let's just say he paid a lot

I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I'd rather be
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me

So I took her daddy's money, but I stopped in Vegas first
I met a dancer on the strip and fell in love with her
We almost tied the knot when Elvis asked, "Any objections?"
Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an AK-47

Guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I'd rather be
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me

I made it south of El Paso, met a businesswoman there
I knew that she was rich, but how? I didn't care
When the cops kicked in the door, they found a suitcase of cocaine
She took off with the Federale, and I took all the blame

I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
From this jail cell, I can't see one coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," and now I can't ever leave
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me

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Yours

I don't know who you are, but one day, I'm going to
And it's gonna break my heart when she gives hers to you
And it won't be tomorrow, but it's gonna be too soon
When I walk her down that aisle and do what daddies have to do

And she might be wearin' white, but her first dress, it was pink
She might be your better half, yeah, but she's my everything
We'll both love her forever, but I loved her long before
And one day, I know I'll give her away
Buddy, that don't mean she's yours
Mm

Yesterday, she said her first word, she's a long way from "I do"
Right now, she runs to me, one day, she'll run to you
And it's gonna be your best day, but it's gonna be my worst
You might watch her walkin' towards you, but I saw her walkin' first

And she might be wearin' white, but her first dress, it was pink
She might be your better half, yeah, but she's my everything
We'll both love her forever, but I loved her long before
And one day, I know I'll give her away
Buddy, that don't mean she's yours

'Cause she's still my little girl
It's crazy thinkin' one day, she'll be someone else's world

And she might be wearin' white, but her first dress, it was pink
She might be your better half, but to me, she's everything
And we'll both love her forever, but I loved her long before
And one day, I know I'll give her away
Buddy, that don't mean she's yours

Even if she takes your last name
Buddy, that don't mean she's yours

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F-1 Trillion Info:

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F-1 Trillion is the sixth studio album by American rapper and singer Post Malone. It was released through Republic and Mercury Records on August 16, 2024. The album features guest appearances from Tim McGraw, Hank Williams Jr., Morgan Wallen, Blake Shelton, Dolly Parton, Brad Paisley, Luke Combs, Lainey Wilson, Jelly Roll, Ernest, Sierra Ferrell, Chris Stapleton, Hardy, and Billy Strings.

The album was supported by the release of three singles: "I Had Some Help", "Pour Me a Drink", and "Guy for That". It serves as the follow-up to Malone's previous album, Austin (2023).

In June 2022, Malone was interviewed by The Howard Stern Show, in which he was asked by host Howard Stern about potentially making a country album in the future: "To be honest, there's nothing stopping me from taking a camera or setting up in my studio in Utah and just recording a country album [to put] on YouTube. I'm allowed to do that. I'm a human being". He further explained:

I split my time between a lot of different things because I am happily obligated to do concerts and show love to my fans ... and then I'm happily obligated to write music and make beats by myself, and I'm happily obligated to, you know, take care of my family. So, it's a lot of time, and it's about finding that space to allot that time. If I get another year to myself, maybe I'll make a fucking country album.

Performed By: Post Malone
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Louis Bell, Charlie Handsome, Hoskins
Length: 57:51
Released: August 16th, 2024
Year: 2024

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