Feeling Whitney - Post Malone
And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit
I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring
And I ain't seen the light of day since, well that's not important It's been long
And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies zipped to Houston
Cars and clothes thought I was winning, you knew I was losing
You told me to wake up, oh my clock always stays on snooze and I'm done
* To each their own and found peace in knowing
Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping
Show no emotion, against the cold
And just act as hard as you can You don't need a friend, boy you're the man
And I've been looking for someone that I can buy my drugs from
It seems like every plug ran east to Utah, became Mormons
Drought comes around, feels like I have no one to depend on So what, ugh
I had 80 beers on Tuesday night, I had nothing to do with it
I put on a little Dwight and sang a happy tune and
Lit a cigarette, stepped out the door, had an appearance Drank more
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