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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Guitar
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Songwriter
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Songwriter
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Post Malone
Post Malone
Producer
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Producer
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Brandon Peralta
Brandon Peralta
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Don't want to sober up
The sun is killing my buzz, that's why they call it mourning
Thought I was strong enough
Threw my bottle at the sky, said, "God that's a warning"
Don't want to sober up
Try to keep it inside, but I just want to pour it
Thought I was strong enough
Got a lot of shit to say, couldn't fit it in the chorus
[Verse 1]
I just left Wally's, spent a Maserati
The way I gotta flex, you'd think I did pilates
I call my quote-unquote friends, "Do you got plans?"
Turns out everyone's free when the dinner is
Then they drag me to a party out in Malibu
After thirty High Noons, it was pretty cool
Tried to shoot my shot, she told that she had a shoot, bye-bye (Damn)
[Chorus]
Don't want to sober up
The sun is killing my buzz, that's why they call it mourning
Thought I was strong enough
Threw my bottle at the sky, said, "God that's a warning"
Don't want to sober up
Try to keep it inside, but I just want to pour it
Thought I was strong enough
Got a lot of shit to say, couldn't fit it in the chorus
[Verse 2]
Stumbling down a corridor
Came across an open door
Throwing up is easy and who put on The Commodores?
That's a nice tile floor, wish I got to know you more
Who am I talking to?
Nobody
Take me outside, I'm a little too high
Paid a little too much for the time of my life
When money ain't a problem, everyone's sliding
Even when I tell myself that I
[Chorus]
Don't want to sober up
The sun is killing my buzz, that's why they call it mourning
Thought I was strong enough
Threw my bottle at the sky, said, "God that's a warning"
Don't want to sober up
Try to keep it inside, but I just want to pour it
Thought I was strong enough
Got a lot of shit to say, couldn't fit it in the chorus
Written by: Andrew Watt, Austin Post, Louis Bell
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