Released: March 24, 2017
Just your flock, just your companions
Just your kids, just your cheeks
Just your neck, just your couch
And my perfume, and my beloved
And my breasts, and my beloved
And my love
(Verse 1: Mike Posner)
Yeah, I’m drowning in my own genius, that’s what I’d like to think
That’s the attitude I’ve taken on these type of things
A man can never own a woman, he just thinks he does
Add it to the list of the dirty shit I’m thinking up
Just tryna lighten up your mood, but you prefer it dark
Soften all of the places up that were hard
Put a couple of my kisses on your birthmarks
I think you’re hiding who you are and that’s the worst part
I never wanted to own you, just your neck
Just your good moods, just your two breasts
Just the good parts of you and your perfume, baby
Don’t ask the sun to shine more like the moon, baby
(Chorus: blackbear)
Just your neck, just my couch
Just your perfume, and my beloved
And your wrists, just my couch
And my love
(Verse 2: blackbear)
Yeah, I was just seeing double, you look like extra trouble
But I can see right through you like vodka, sneaking subtle
We spent some weeks apart, I couldn’t wait to see you
But I got home and it was different, I don’t believe you
You was out fucking him, you know that’s just the truth
Wanted to fuck with you, did not know you could be so rude
But looks could be deceiving, maybe you never see me
Maybe this all just is a movie and it’s just a screening
Maybe you wanted me and I don’t want you anymore
Maybe I fall in love with everything I should ignore
(Chorus: blackbear)
Just your neck, just my couch
Just your perfume, and my beloved
And your wrists, just my couch
And my love
(Verse 3: blackbear)
Yeah, maybe it’s today, maybe it’s tomorrow
I’m really tryna change, I’m just feeling hollow
Some were made to lead, some were made to follow
I’m all up on Raya, tryna fuck a model
Because thinking ’bout you with him made me sick
I should really beat his ass, but instead, I took your shit
You always coming at me with some kind of weakness
I don’t need your secrets, I don’t need your deep shit
All I really need is
(Chorus: blackbear)
Just your neck, just my couch
Just your perfume, and my beloved
And your wrists, just my couch
And my love
Oh, yeah
I ain’t hit you back and now you ovary-acting
Hate that shit with a passion, yeah
Have a little self respect, don’t want to put you on blast
But you should go ‘head and practice
(Chorus: Blackbear)
Shut the fuck up right now and let me breathe
Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing
Slow down, slow down, slow down
Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up
Quit hitting my phone, slow down
(Verse 2: Blackbear)
I ain’t hit you back, now you ovary-acting
I don’t play that elastic
You be like, “When we gon’ fuck? What we gon’ do?”
You should try and quit asking, huh
(Chorus: Blackbear & Mike Posner)
You should shut the fuck up right now and let me be me
(Let me be, let me be)
Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing
(Verse 3: Mike Posner)
People talk too much shit in my face
‘Round my back, on the phone
Ain’t been famous for a while but I’m still up in my zone
And I don’t usually smoke, but I’m high on sativa
There’s mugwort in my tea, I smell like heaven, I’m a diva
Bangin’ Aaliyah so loud in my speaker that I cannot hear you, no, I’m gone
Don’t you be blowin’ up my phone, I’m in a different time zone
Ever since ‘A Matter Of Time,’ all my girls is badder than nine
Hope to banish the debt
You hammered, you still don’t know how to handle your wine
That’s probably why you’re hittin’ me more
Yeah, I’ve got a rule ’cause I’ve done this before
Just fuck ’em three times and don’t fuck ’em no more
‘Cause they just fall in love if you fuck ’em the fourth
Don’t get me right, I really like it when we’re vibin’
But when I’m in another city, shh, be quiet
(Chorus: Blackbear)
Shut the fuck up right now and let me be me
Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing
Slow down, slow down, slow down
Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up
Quit hitting my phone, slow down
(Bridge: Blackbear)
And I’ve been off the coke, I’ve been off the coke
I’ve been off this coke
Always ringing phone, always ringing phone
Always ringing phone
(Verse 4: Spark Master Tape)
She constantly callin’ my old bitch
Get up, be gone, and go home, bitch
Quit playin’ with all of my phone, bitch
Switch numbers, even my wrong shit
These chicks, they cunnin’
Flip cities, she sticks, still on it
Switched whips, where wake, she saw it
This bitch on my ass, like a pair of my drawers
Any phone I ever own, she call it
She call me at 2, call me at 3
Check I’m a wakkeboi, fukk I gon’ be
Wanna grab an eight ball, set your nigga free
Then she walk with a nose bleed on her blue jeans
Dumb bitch, dumb hoe
Don’t call my phone, go home
We jettin’ out ’till we made it
Shut the fuck up complainin’
(Chorus: Blackbear & Spark Master Tape)
Shut the fuck up right now and let me be me
(Ayy, shut the fuck up bitch)
Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing
(It’s true, but it’s simple)
Slow down, slow down, slow down
(Have a Xanny, SWOUP)
Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up
(Quit hittin’ up my fuckin’ phone)
Quit hitting my phone, slow down (SWOUP)
Sittin’ in the goddamn ‘Lac
Ridin’ clean with my homies in the back
If you were me, you’d do the same thang
I got 20 women swimmin’ in my brain
Yeah, I’m sittin’ in the goddamn ‘Lac (Ya dig it)
Bangin’ Premo, yeah my shit boom bap (Ya dig it)
Got the windows down, AC max (Woo)
And we bumpin’ “Return of the Mack” (Ya dig it)
(Hook: Mike Posner & blackbear)
I’m gon’ do whatever it is I want to, baby
I’m gon’ do whatever it is I feel
I don’t care ’bout who’s watching
Dennis Rodman
Dennis Rodman
(Verse 2: Mike Posner)
Yeah, sittin’ in the clean Impala
We’re class 2010, I’m a scholar
If you were me, you’d do the same thang
Might hit Roscoe’s, get a chicken wing
Yeah, sittin’ in the clean Impala (Ya dig it)
Finna have you sippin’ on Odwalla
And if you bad, then, baby, I’ll holla (Hey, girl)
Make your girl disappear, voila!
(Hook: Mike Posner & blackbear)
I’m gon’ do whatever it is I want to, baby
I’m gon’ do whatever it is I feel
I don’t care ’bout who’s watching
Dennis Rodman
Dennis, Dennis, Dennis Rodman
(Verse 3: blackbear & Mike Posner)
Yeah, I’ma wear a dress if I want to
Green hair, fishnets if I want to
Smoke, drink, do drugs if I want to
I ain’t really trying to impress you
I’ma be as bad as I wanna be
You can be as mad as you wanna be
I’ma spend whatever when I’m shoppin’
I don’t plan on stoppin’, people keep talkin’
Dennis Rodman
Dennis, yo, Dennis, talk yo shit, dog
(Outro: Dennis Rodman & Mike Posner)
Here we go, Dennis Rodman
I’ma talk about myself
Because a lot of people don’t wanna talk about Dennis Rodman anymore because they think he’s a has-been
They ask me, “When are you gonna slow down, man?”
Dennis Rodman
I said, “I don’t give a fuck, man, I’ma go do Dennis Rodman”
Let’s say it again, Dennis fucking Rodman
Dennis Rodman
Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-
Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-
(Verse: Mike Posner)
I’m thinking about God
Is it a he or a she or a feeling or love?
Does she personally ordain every occurrence and every moment
Or did she set the universe in motion and then move on?
To try to top her achievement?
Maybe this universe wasn’t an achievement at all
Maybe our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our diseases
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our Holocaust
Are all just a rehearsal before the show
A sketch before the mural, a stretch before the jump
Does she love me? Does God know I’m here?
I’m thinking about God, I’m thinking about sex
I’ve been holy all day and acted in ways that deserve adjectives like “honorable,” “good,” and “straight”
But it’s after 10 PM now and I’m bored
I watched a movie on the internet alone and now it’s over
I pick up my phone and text every female I know within a 15-mile radius
It’s a terrible thing that deserves adjectives like “chauvinistic,” “objectifying,” and “asshole-ish” (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up just for myself
“Hey, Nicole”
“Oh, hey, what’s up Mike? I’m about to get in bed, you?”
“Well, I’m chilling, I’ve just been thinking about you ;)”
“Haha, really random, I haven’t seen you in so long. What made you think about me?”
“Well, to be honest, I’m bored, and I’m thinking about sex”
I’m thinking about horses, they’re so goddamn regal
Their muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a little ocean
Magnificent beasts
But why the fuck do they listen to us?
They’re so much stronger than they know
But they trade their freedom for a dependable meal
They let people get on top of them and tell them where to go
But how can I judge?
Is that not exactly what I do?
Is that not exactly what we all do?
I’m thinking about horses
I’m thinking about dad
He’s 70 and he’s just starting to get old
Things are gonna change soon
I don’t feel ready for the change that’s coming soon
I am standing on the beach watching the tsunami grow
From a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous tidal wave
I am not moving, I am not scared
I am not scared, I am not wearing swimwear
I am standing on the beach waiting for the tsunami
And dad taught me about love and sacrifice
But that’s sort of like a book that you read and forgot about
‘Cause I don’t love and I don’t sacrifice
And youth was my excuse for that, but that excuse is getting old
Maybe I’m gay
I’m thinking about dad
I’m thinking about death
What if this plane goes down?
That would be okay, you know, I had a good run
I wonder if a lot of people would come to my funeral
Maybe my fans would do something special
Maybe they’d cry and maybe it’d be in the newspaper
Yeah, I think I’d get in the Detroit News
Probably not the New York Times
People’ll probably like my music more when I die
‘Cause they’ll know no more is coming
You see, people love stories with endings
Right now, I’m just sort of a story that’s dragging on slowly
Page by page, year by year
But people want an ending, they want a crash
They want a ear in the fucking mail
I don’t have one
All I have is another lousy poem
And the knowledge that I’ll probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home
I don’t think this plane’s gonna crash
I’m thinking about Otis, I’m thinking about Kurt
I’m thinking about Dilla, I’m thinking about
(Outro: Dennis Rodman)
Changed my hair green, and all of a sudden
People looked at me like I was the devil
Here we go
Green
(Chorus: Soren Bryce)
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one
You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one
You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon
(Verse 1: Blackbear)
I hate all the things that I love
I love this whole bottle of NyQuil
I never can get enough
I keep my main girl on the side still
I took two more, don’t judge me
I used to hope everyone loved me
Now I could just give a fuck
I hate all the things that I love
I hate all the things that I love
I love this whole bottle of Jameson
I love all the things that don’t make sense
Like I love you
So I love all the things that I hate
It would be better if you moved away
Maybe somewhere with clouds and more rain
Where you don’t know me ’cause you don’t know me anyway
(Chorus: Soren Bryce & Blackbear)
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one
You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon
You don’t know me anyway
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one
You’ll never know, you’ll never know
(Verse 2: Mike Posner)
I hate all the things that I love
I don’t really know what to tell you
I’m not gonna break out this shell
For you in this little hotel room
‘Cause I know when you look at me
That you just see something to gain, girl
You don’t know who I have become
Don’t call me my government name, girl
I can see where this is headed, hey
You’re already fading away in my mind
Your mouth is not moving, it’s saying it’s fine
But I know that I cannot make up the time
For all the hurt that your daddy put on you
I’d rather take a Caddy to Atlanta and slide through
To Little Ronny’s house, I’d pretend I’m Bill Bellamy
Hit up 2 Chainz (2 Chainz!), I’ll prolly sell a beat
You’ve never met a man like me, I don’t fit in your plan (tell ’em!)
I’m a multi-millionaire that’s livin’ in a van
And I am not your husband, not your boyfriend, not your man
I am simply somethin’ I don’t think you understand, no one
(Chorus: Soren Bryce & Mike Posner)
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one (no one)
You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one (no one)
You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon
Part II
(Intro)
Oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah
(Verse 3: Blackbear & Mike Posner)
I hate all the things that I love
I wanna believe in religion
But nobody reminds me of God
I wanna believe in what I hear and what I read
But it mostly reminds me I’m lost
I wanna believe that when I fuck it’s romantic
But no lovers remind me of love
I hate all the things that I love
And I need to believe in moderation
‘Cause believers believe in too much
I learned to lie
I learned to lie when I was younger
Tell me somethin’ true
Tell me somethin’ true
Oh, tell me somethin’ true
Tell me somethin’ true
(Verse 4: Mike Posner)
This whole fuckin’ thing is a front
The beard, the love and the cameras
I’ve kept it all up for years
Now I don’t have too much more stamina
And I haven’t been this depressed
Since sophomore year in my trenchcoat
Silently screamin’ out
“Why the fuck I gotta ride this bench, coach?”
Females beware, I’m reckless, I’m loose
My smile is my makeup, my necklace is my noose
And I know all the words that you’re tryin’ to hear
The same three ones that got me hidin’ in fear
Are they I love you? There, is that enough?
But don’t say I never warned you
I hate all the things that I love
(Outro)
Oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Alright
(Verse 1: Mike Posner)
Had a flashback, that perfume (yeah)
Flip you in the bed and you grabbed me soon
You’re in the backseat of a taxi, angry at me
‘Cause I didn’t help you patch your wounds
Whose fault is that? I text you, you call me back
I don’t pick up, I text you back
And now the energy is gone, so the sex is wack (woo)
That’s so tragic, that’s so bad
I’m gon’ hurt you, all you have (yeah)
Achey heart, Miley’s dad (ayy)
You want something you can’t have
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
You want me to hold you, I’ll never stay
I’m chasing a feeling I could describe as great
If you’re looking for me, you know where I’ll be
A million miles away
Just come to the hotel, park it valet
Don’t think ’bout the future, let’s just be here today
‘Cause this time tomorrow, you know where I’ll be
A million miles away
(Verse 2: blackbear)
All I wanna do is get this paper, spend it with my bros
All you wanna do is take vacation trips, move with my flow
All the shit you do seems very extra, girl, can you be cool?
Calm down with that mixing up the alcohol and Xanax too
And I meet 1,000 girls every time I’m on tour
I got security just to show them the door
My shit don’t stink and my future incredible
I think I’m next and my team think the same and so
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
You want me to hold you, I’ll never stay
I’m chasing a feeling I could describe as great
If you’re looking for me, you know where I’ll be
A million miles away
Just come to the hotel, park it valet
Don’t think ’bout the future, let’s just be here today
‘Cause this time tomorrow, you know where I’ll be
A million miles away
(Verse 3: Mike Posner)
I’ve gave you wounds and you tell me that they will never heal
I got your perfume stuck up on my fuckin’ sweatshirt still
Whatever, you’ll remember, I know you’ll pretend it’s real
You always had that cold-ass Michigan December feel
And I do not mean that last line as a compliment
You smile a lot, but I could tell yo’ ass is not content
And I’ll agree that this September has been very strange
I’ve been lookin’ in my mind and seen some scary things
Like that interestin’ moment when the love stopped
Came as sudden as the dumpin’ when the drums dropped
I moved away to a city where the summer stops
You text me that your iPod still up in my glove box
That’s just a play to spin me back into your web again
Your friends been puttin’ stupid shit into your head again
So cue the cryin’, cue the drugs, cue the masquerade
You were quittin’ and I dumped you, now we’re back again
I’m back in D-Town for the night, here’s the scenario
I’m writin’ at my hotel desk, I’m thinkin’ very slow
There’s a female in my bed that I barely know
I just put her in my verse, that shit is very dope
I call you on the phone and proceed to say somethin’ dumb
To see if I can feel somethin’ other than fuckin’ numb
You say you realize I’m the thing that you’ve been runnin’ from
I tell you, “Baby, join the club, that’s all I’ve ever done”
Red wine, red roses, breakup, stripper pushin’ molly pills
I asked you not to call me, we both know you prolly will
You cut me places no one sees, I know your style of play
Fuck this city, I’m gon’ move a million miles away
(Outro)
I mean at first, you’re gonna pretend to forget about her
You know, I’d call her, I don’t know, whatever
But then, eventually, you really will forget about her
But what if she comes back first?
See, that’s the thing is somehow they know not to come back until you really forget
Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her
(Verse 1: Blackbear)
Would you give me a moment? Give me a try
Don’t leave me hanging, no, that isn’t right
Why do we do this? Throw me a lie
You like the attention, and you get what you like
(Pre-Chorus: Blackbear)
I just wanna get you closer
I don’t wanna play these games
All you wanna be is wanted
Makes your ego okay
Why you gotta tease me, baby?
Why you gotta play these games?
Every time you come over
I don’t ever get no play
(Chorus: Blackbear & Mike Posner)
She’s fucking wicked
But I love the way she hurts me
I’m so addicted to her loving
That girl is vicious
When you see her, be sure
That you’re keeping your distance
From her loving
(Verse 2: Blackbear)
I’m being the good guy, I’m being polite
You tell me I’m too nice, maybe you’re right
And I don’t wanna hear that I ain’t your type
What does that even mean, girl? Can I get a reply?
(Pre-Chorus: Blackbear)
I just wanna get you closer
I don’t wanna play this games
All you wanna be is wanted
Makes your ego okay
Why you gotta tease me, baby?
Why you gotta be this way?
Every time you come over
I don’t ever get no play
(Chorus: Blackbear & Mike Posner)
She’s fucking wicked
But I love the way she hurts me
I’m so addicted to her loving
That girl is vicious
When you see her, be sure
That you’re keeping your distance
From her loving
(Verse 3: G-Eazy)
Yeah, could list a million reasons why it wouldn’t work
She asked, “When the last time you had to put in work?”
She stopped my hand when I would try to put it up her skirt
She don’t wanna give it, she just wanna flirt
Pretty as a picture, but she do me dirt
When she don’t hit me back, I start to go berserk
Goddamn, babe, why you leave me hangin’?
Why you playin’? Think she do it all for entertainment
Yeah, she should walk around with a warning sign
“Do not touch, keep away, avoid the fine”
Superbad bitch, she ain’t sorta fine
Stayed over and she vanished by the mornin’ time
Paid a pretty penny just to take her out
And she ain’t let me smash, we only makin’ out
My homie told me, “Stay away, she trouble, bro”
But I think I’m addicted to her lovin’ though
You know, uh
(Chorus: Blackbear & Mike Posner)
She’s fucking wicked
But I love the way she hurts me
I’m so addicted to her loving
That girl is vicious
When you see her, be sure
That you’re keeping your distance
From her loving
(Outro: Mike Posner & Blackbear)
Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her
Oh, yeah
(Chorus: Blackbear)
Rich white girls
All I’m doing is wasting my time chasing rich white girls, yeah
All they do is bitch and they whine
So tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you?
Baby, what could I give, to a rich white girl?
They only love me when I pay ’em no mind
(Verse 1: Mike Posner)
Your purses, your girlfriend’s, your love of hurting me
My new car, my new house, my insecurities
You kiss me as if it’s a favor done for me, woah, uh
And dating a man like me is just a change in scenery
‘Cause you never learned what it’s like to treat someone decently
(Chorus: Mike Posner & Blackbear)
You’re just a rich white girl
And all I’m doing is wasting my time chasing rich white girls
All they do is bitch and they whine
So tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you?
Baby, what could I give, to a rich white girl?
They only love me when I pay ’em no mind (love me when I pay ’em no mind)
(Verse 2: Mike Posner & Blackbear)
I thought that the last tour would help me fill the hole
And then came the income, outcome I’m still alone
So now I’m just tryna distract my self with you, woah
And you were born inside a castle next to the sea
So how you gonna wake up in a hotel room next to me
(Chorus: Blackbear & Mike Posner)
Rich white girls
All I’m doing is wasting my time chasing rich white girls, yeah
All they do is bitch and they whine
So tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you?
Baby, what could I give, ooh
Tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you?
Baby, what could I give, to a rich white girl?
And all I’m doing is wasting my time chasing rich white girls
All they do is bitch and they whine
So tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you?
Baby, what could I give (what could I give)
Tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you?
Baby, what could I give, to a rich white girl?
They only love me when I pay ’em no mind
(Spoken Outro: Snooze God, blackbear & Mike Posner)
You just some rich white boys
And all these girls is wasting they time
And Bear got like 30 in line (yup)
Mike got a couple in line (uh huh)
You know what I mean
What about you, Snooze?
Shit, I’m just tryna sell these VIPs and hit the strip club man, you know me
I’m goin’ to the strip club
‘Round and ’round she spins
I’m goin’ to the strip club
‘Round and ’round again
(Verse 1: Mike Posner)
I’m throwin’ 100’s and them 50’s
I got a fuckin’ stack and its stashed in my Dickie’s
You know how we do, ayy
My beard’s long like a hippie
I’m just like a rapper, I got Finally Famous with me
‘Cause that’s my fuckin’ crew
And you can look, you can hate if you want to
But everything’s gonna be alright
For my team and my crew and my hometown
I’ma do it real big tonight
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
I’m goin’ to the strip club (strip club)
‘Round and ’round she spins
I’m goin’ to the strip club (strip club)
‘Round and ’round again
I’m goin’ to the strip club (strip club)
‘Round and ’round she spins
And I know it ain’t right, but for just one night
I’ma flex with all of my friends
(Verse 2: Blackbear & Mike Posner)
Yeah, I might fuck around and pop a blue
Wear my swishies to the strippy
Got a hundred blue notes in my pockets, is you with me?
And I’m with Mike Pos’ and he still wearin’ Dickie’s
Take a private dance, but I never let ’em kiss me
And I got that cabernet up in my cup, that sippy, sippy
That Jesus juice, I’m feelin’ loose, I’m feelin’ kinda trippy
Just took a hit of LSD, oh man, I’m in the club
Haters talk shit, but they gets no love
Got my fellas to the left, honeys on my right
Order hundred bottles, sparklin’, sparklin’
Come and sit with me, anything you like
Order it up, girl, I got you
We goin’ to the strip club
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
Strip club
‘Round and ’round she spins
I’m goin’ to the strip club (strip club)
‘Round and ’round again
I’m goin’ to the strip club (strip club)
‘Round and ’round she spins
And I know it ain’t right, but for just one night
I’ma flex with all of my friends
(Verse 3: Mike Posner & Blackbear)
It’s fuckin’ poetry how she pole dance
You should come and do that shit up on Pos’ pants
Bring them hoes, reach your toe, tell ’em hold hands
We just wanna fuck, no slow dance, romance
She popped it real fast and then she did it slow, slow, slow
She backed it up on Bear and she had him like, “Woah, woah, woah”
And I dress and I look and I smell good
So everything’s gonna be alright
For my team and my crew and my hometown
I’ma do it real big tonight
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
I’m goin’ to the strip club (strip club)
‘Round and ’round she spins
I’m goin’ to the strip club, strip club (strip club)
‘Round and ’round again
I’m goin’ to the strip club (strip club)
‘Round and ’round she spins
And I know it ain’t right, but for just one night
I’ma flex with all of my friends
I’ma stunt with all of my friends
I’ma flex with all of my friends
I’ma stunt with all of my…. friends
Yeah, the head count on my bed count
Probably more than my thread count
Most of ’em I dread now
But at least you know I’m gon’ lay it down
I won’t apologize for all the women I went with
That got messed around
Shawty, why you all dressed up?
I like you more when you dressed down
‘Cause the ass on you is ridiculous
Now I’m meticulous who I kick it with
Miss lady, I know my vows even though I’m not that articulate
Indigitous of my old man
Can’t find the girl who wanna hold hands
Walk down the aisle, raise my child
Smart enough to get a gold band
Slow dance to some Jagged Edge
Then we pulled off with them old cans
Honeymoon in the cold sand
Fuck the club, we’re tryna own land
Floor plans out the ocean
We can go tan where the boat land
Build schools, that’s the whole plan
But until then, where the hoes, man?
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
White linen
I make most of my mistakes when I’m laying on top of white linen
When the fives line up just right at night, are you listening?
I am sinning, white women like swimming right into
White linen
(Verse 2: Mike Posner)
We throw a party and I might’ve took a bit of the shrooms
I played my guitar, people thought I was cool
And suddenly, the whole scene played in slow motion
Who’s in my bed now? ‘Cause I haven’t a clue
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
White linen
I make most of my mistakes when I’m laying on top of white linen
When the fives line up just right at night, are you listening?
I am sinning, white women like swimming right into
White linen, white linen
(Bridge: Mike Posner)
What am I trying to prove?
What am I trying to prove?
(Verse 3: blackbear)
Just had a threesome at this party we decided to throw
I grab one by the hair, I grab the other bitch by the throat
And suddenly, the whole scene played in slow motion
I gave ’em each blackbear hoodies and a bump of my blow
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
White linen
I make most of my mistakes when I’m laying on top of white linen
When the fives line up just right at night, are you listening?
I am sinning, white women like swimming right into
White linen, white linen
(Bridge: Mike Posner)
What am I trying to prove?
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
(Verse 1: Mike Posner)
Alright, I can still remember how the weed smelled
When you were riding shotgun, no seat belt
Or the SS just taking hits
Sold that car and fucked up that relationship
I’ve built up my walls perhaps too tall
Got issues with trusting but that’s not all
Knots tied by fame and not easily undone
I fucked 200 women, said, “I love you” to one
She used to speak like she was reading a scene
And make love like she was a martyr
The only thing about flames that bright
Is they tend to make mine seem darker
(Chorus: blackbear)
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
(Verse 2: blackbear)
Yeah, yeah, in and out of love
On and off of drugs
I ask you where you’ve been
And you give me shoulder shrugs
Pink polka dot top from Saint Laurent
I bought you but you never wore it
And I don’t even send the text
I know you just ignore it
And I’m so high
Could be the drugs, could be the moment
But either way, I can’t keep my eyes off of you
(Chorus: blackbear)
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Clean up the dungeon, the king is home
You know he’s gonna wanna hear another sing-along
Bring the crown downstairs and the blingy robe
Plus, all of the jewels, man, he can’t leave them things alone
He said the crown looks mush, is he wrong?
Doesn’t matter, grapes on the platter
I was with the princess last night
After the Mad Hatter got mad at her
Man, I don’t want the throne, the woman’s a disaster
I’m just tryna bag her a couple more times
Then I’ll give her back, he can have her
Here, help me with the ladder
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
Got me feeling these feels inside
I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
Got me feeling these feels inside
(Verse 2: Mike Posner)
I’ma have to ride this horse ’til Springtime
Shoulda never drank all the king’s wine
‘Cause when I woke up, I was still wearing my wig
I walked down the hall
Saw the king’s head, it was next to the pig’s, crown and all
And guess what? The blood’s on my saber
Ha, see you later
If I don’t disappear, they gonna put me in charge of this shit
And I just wanna play my guitar for this bitch
Oh yeah, I took the princess, too
She’s a Stage 5 clinger
Probably thinks I’ma give her a ring-a on her finger
But fuck that shit
All these princess bitches just wanna fuck a singer, a singer
And the singer just wants to sing, fuck, I’m gettin’ tired
My saddle’s too small and my legs are on fire
I haven’t eaten in days, I wanna go home
This bitch drank all my wine and there’s no smoke
And I know, and I know that your family’s all dead
But what the fuck were they feeding you?
Hog heads? Fat bitch
Matter fact, get off the horse
Yeah, I’ll be right back
I’m on my own now with the stupid horse
The life of a Troubadour
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
Got me feeling these feels inside
I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
Got me feeling these feels inside
(Verse 3: blackbear & Snoozegod)
Uh-huh, yeah, killed the king with that drunk singer’s sword
Where’s the princess? Oliver, bring her forward
The king had no sons, so now the throne’s mine
Once I bag the princess, I’m in the bloodline
Talk to me Oliver
We searched up and down
The princess of yours is nowhere to be found
Jack saw her leave at the crack of dawn, and guess what?
What? She was on the Troubadour’s arm
Now Oliver, you gotta be kidding me
Two nights ago, I fucked her ’til my dick broke
One night, one fight and she’s gone, this a sick joke?
And for a muhfuckin’ singer? Oh no, oh no
I’m the Mad Hatter, if she ain’t fuckin’ with me
Then nobody else can have her
I’ma find him if it even means searchin’ all of Liverpool
Tie a horse to each limb, and let ’em pull
Ha, giddy up
(Verse 4: blackbear, Mike Posner & Snoozegod)
There he is, I see him
We meet again, where’s the woman?
I left her 20 miles back in the mountains
I’d be very surprised if she’s still alive
Going up Peter’s Pass this time of year would be ill advised, ill advised
Honestly, I didn’t love her, I only loved being alone
But I need her for the throne
Fuck the throne, man, it’s too much work
People hanging on every single goddamn word
Enough, tie him up, I got a idea right now (Huh?)
Give me a dagger, put a apple in his mouth
I ain’t gonna leave you here to starve out
I’ma slice your fingers off, play guitar now
Take his little tambourine, too, what’s he gonna use it for?
The death of a Troubadour
(Chorus: Mike Posner)
I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
Got me feeling these feels inside
I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
Got me feeling these feels inside