Broken Whiskey Glass Lyrics - Post Malone

I done drank Codeine from a broken whiskey glass 

I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass 

Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back 

So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass 

And I won't go on, like a highway to hell 

Going too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel 

And I woke up and my room's fuckin' trashed like a damn hotel 

Where I go next, now, only time will tell 

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh 

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I done spent some time chasin' women that don't give a shit 

I done learned my lessons and I ain't never gon' forget 

Started callin' this shit, started ballin' and shit, started flickin' that wrist 

They ain't never listened now I'm makin' them hits so I'm fuckin' your bitch 

No it ain't nothin' fickle for me to forget that you ever exist 

Bet you remember my name when I pull up in that whip that doesn't exist 

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Spill lean on Supreme last Saturday 

Let that shit splash, motherfucker talk saucey 

Pass me the drugs, motherfucker let me shine 

At the White House, call my homie Joe Biden, he flyin' out weed 

Smokin' my dope, beggin' that that be the code 

Man, don't be silly, that shit you rockin' is old 

Like it's been years since you been to the store 

Feel like Meek Milly but I ain't from Philly 

I'm poppin' a wheelie, I show off my grillie 

I do this for real-y and for my family 

Some shade every night, man, it's all so family 

The bitches they killin' me 

Like, bitch are you kiddin' me? 

Ballin', that shit Jason Kiddin' me 

You can't get rid of me 

Now you want my chain and my jeans but you no good at chemistry 

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh