Mood Lyrics - Singles - Post Malone

Homie you's a window shopper 

Mad at me, I think I know why 

Homie you's a window shopper 

In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy 

Homie you's a window shopper 

At the dealership trying to get a test drive 

Homie you's a window shopper 

Mad as fuck when you see me ride by 

Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet 

But they ain't understand they see the work I put into it 

I'm guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits 

20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy 

Doors suicide they say a word in remembrance 

And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain't havin' it 

They wanna tear me down and tell you "youngin' you can't handle it" 

And I'm just here to tell em their shit never happenin' 

And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche 

Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool 

Flu game pose people callin' me the G.O.A.T 

People gettin' heated shit my rollie still cold 

Aye-ye-ye 

I got cha-ay-ay-ange 

Why you even lookin'? You ain't pay-ay-in' 

I'm still loyal what the fuck is ya'll sayin'? 

Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain 

Homie you's a window shopper 

Mad at me, I think I know why 

Homie you's a window shopper 

In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy 

Homie you's a window shopper 

In the dealership tryin to get a test drive 

Homie you's a window shopper 

Mad as fuck when you see me ride by 

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Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet 

But they ain't understand they see the work I put into it 

I'm guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits 

20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy 

Door's suicide they say a word they remember it 

And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain't havin' it 

They wanna tear me down and tell you "youngin' you can't handle it" 

And I'm just here to tell em their shit never happenin' 

And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche 

Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool 

Flu game pose people callin' me the G.O.A.T 

People gettin' heated shit my rollie still cold 

Aye-ye-ye 

I got cha-ay-ay-ange 

Why you even lookin'? You ain't pay-ay-in' 

I'm still loyal what the fuck is ya'll sayin'? 

Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain 

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