Buyer Beware

Post Malone

Compositor: Post Malone / Louis Bell / ​watt

It's been a while since I burned incense
I used my lighter for a pack of twenty
I don't know where the fuck my bible went
But I'm sure they'll forgive me

So please don't burn a hole in me
I know it seems like they got what you need
No one knows you better than yourself

So don't worry
You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar store miracle
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all
So let it go, you'll never know
Nothings wrote in stone
You're your own, oracle, it's just a fucking poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know-it-all

So many restaurants in beverly hills
My favorite dinner comes in packs of twenty-four
I came home through the window sill
But I'm sure that she'll forgive me

So please don't burn a hole in me
I know it seems like they got what you need
No one know you better than yourself

So don't worry
You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar store miracle
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all
So let it go, you'll never know
Nothings wrote in stone
You're your own, oracle, it's just a fucking poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know-it-all

Let it go you'll never know nothings wrote in stone
You're your own, oracle, it's just a fucking poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have the answers shit and maybe I don't know nothing at all

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