Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
Brent Paschke
Brent Paschke
Electric Guitar
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Programming
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Songwriter
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Songwriter
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Recording Engineer
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Recording Engineer
Mike Larson
Mike Larson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Rowland
Dave Rowland
Recording Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Assistant Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, woo-ooh
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, woo-ooh
[Verse 1]
Went and took a ride in the dead of night
And told myself that everything's okay (Okay)
Try to understand how you standin' over me
And, girl, it's drivin' me crazy, yeah
It's freezin' fuckin' cold in the dead of night
The only heat, it comes from the ashtray (The ashtray, yeah)
I might as well get high as hell and just keep acting like
Everything doesn't phase me
[PreChorus]
Yeah, take me all the way to the top, baby
Don't even, if I tell you to stop, baby
Take me all the way to the sky, baby, baby
[Chorus]
I wanna go up there
And I don't ever wanna come down
I wanna see what's up there
Actin' like I got it all figured out
I wanna go up there
And I don't ever wanna come down
I wanna see what's up there
Must be better than the hell on the ground
[Refrain]
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, woo-ooh
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
[Verse 2]
It's freezin' fuckin' cold in the dead of night
And I'ma drop-the-top with no Rogaine (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And I might sound irrelevant, but I prefer to stack my chips
When everything fallin' (Backwoods)
And I ain't religious, but I look into the sky and pray to anyone holy (Anyone holy)
I been drinkin' way too much and, man, I got the blues
Because my baby don't hold me
[PreChorus]
Take me all the way to the top, baby
Don't even, if I tell you to stop, baby
Take me all the way to the sky, baby, baby
[Chorus]
I wanna go up there
And I don't ever wanna come down
I wanna see what's up there
Actin' like I got it all figured out
I wanna go up there
And I don't ever wanna come down
I wanna see what's up there
Must be better than the hell on the ground
[Chorus]
I wanna go up there
And I don't ever wanna come down
I wanna see what's up there
Actin' like I got it all figured out
I wanna go up there
And I don't ever wanna come down
I wanna see what's up there
Must be better than the hell on the ground
Written by: Austin Post, Carl Rosen, Louis Bell, Pharrell Williams
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