My story is done here, it’s time for the next chapter,'” says Fulcher, who looked to George Strait for inspiration in crafting the song’s vibe. “But not a breakup as in, ‘Oh, this is sad.’ It’s almost like, ‘Man, I finally feel that freedom and I’m OK. Written with Jonathan Singleton and Wyatt Durrette, the uptempo breakup song is Fulcher’s attempt to write a leaving tune for a contemporary audience. In May he released the EP Somebody Like Me, which has accumulated more than 13 million streams this summer, and last week dropped the new song “Down on My Window.” While he’s grateful for the recognition, he’s committed to being his own artist. Ironically, one of Nashville’s fastest rising songwriters didn’t move here with that goal in mind.
Luckily, the country music audience was starved for an artist like Luke.” So we said let’s be honest about the songs we’re writing, and let them represent us as people and then see where the chips fall. “We were blind to what we were ‘supposed’ to be writing or how it was ‘supposed’ to work. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).“In no way did we think we had it figured out or that we were going to change the game,” Fulcher says. Get the embed code Mike Posner - A Matter Of Time (Mixtape) Album Lyrics1.A Matter Of Time2.Drug Dealer Girl3.Evil Cupid6.Losing My Mind7.Smoke & Drive8.Still Not Over You9.Who Knows?Mike Posner Lyrics provided by Smoking bud at nights like X off a Bentley Roll the windows up tryna get my smoke onĢ in the morning still riding with my Locs onįuck the police what these pigs gon' tell me Take a ride downtown, man, I'm higher than these skyscrapers Keisha calling ATL, oh well, I'm kushin' D.C. Right behind tint 'cause these jack boys know me I don't smoke, Phillies pass me and swisher So I can buy wholesale for the low like Cosco or Sams You ain't got green what somebody tell me who supply I'm tryna get stoned like I'm staring into Medusa eyes No cuts, no stems, no seeds straight THC indeed Top notch I got foot by the foot in my fruit roll up So if you selling to me then you gotta lucrative businessĪ friend is what you blow while I'm smoking on that CEO Get it we smoking on that poison call it Michael Bivins You don't put this type of pimp in your swish Have them windows all rolled up rolled 'em and told 'em, man So get the leaves and trees like it's autumn
'Bout to exhale like I'm finnin' to see my savior 'Bout to inhale like I'm finnin' to see Satan, what? Pocket full of papers so I'm finnin' to get some papers, yeah I'm so outta here you can say a nigga spacey, damn Tell Ben that it something about Mary and clearly, what?
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