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Mike Posner
Mike Posner


Background information
Born February 12, 1988
Origin Detroit, Michigan, United States
Genre(s) Dance-Pop
Electropop
Synthpop
Years active 2009—present
Label(s) J Records
Website Website



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Mike Posner Album


One Foot Out The Door (10/29/2009)
10/29/2009
1.
One Foot Out the Door
2.
I Don't Trust Myself
3.
Traveling Man (Snippet)
4.
You Don't Have To Leave
5.
Cooler Than Me (Gigamesh Remix)
6.
Don't Trust Me (Benny Blanco Remix) (featuring Kid Cudi and 3OH!3)
7.
Kiss Me Thru the Phone (featuring Saigon)
8.
Red Button
9.
Bring Me Down (featuring Big Sean and Freddie Gibbs)
10.
Mirror's Edge (featuring Bun B, GLC and XV)
11.
Speed of Sound (featuring Big Sean)
12.
Close the Door (featuring Clinton Sparks)
. . .

One Foot Out the Door

[No lyrics]

. . .

I Don't Trust Myself

[No lyrics]

. . .

Traveling Man (Snippet)

[No lyrics]

. . .

You Don't Have To Leave

[No lyrics]

. . .


If I could write you a song and make you fall in love,
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't,
You think you're cooler than me.

You got designer shades just to hide your face and
You wear them around like
You're cooler than me.
And you never say hey or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me.

You got your high brows, shoes on your feet,
And you wear them around like it ain't shit.
But you don't know the way that you look
When your steps
Make
That
Much
Noise.

Shh- See i got you,all figured out
you need everyones eyes just to feel seen,
but behind your makeup,
nobody knows who you even are.
Who do you think that you are?

If I could write you a song and make you fall in love,
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't,
You think you're cooler than me.

You got designer shades just to hide your face and
You wear them around like
You're cooler than me.
And you never say hey or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me.

You got your high brows, switching your walk,
And you don't even look when you pass by.
But you don't know the way that you look
When your steps make
That
Much
Noise.

Shh- See i got you,all figured out
you need everyones eyes just to feel seen,
but behind your makeup,
nobody knows who you even are.
Who do you think that you are?

If I could write you a song and make you fall in love,
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't,
You think you're cooler than me.

You got designer shades just to hide your face and
You wear them around like
You're cooler than me.
And you never say hey or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me.

And don't you dare act like you don't know,
Know what's up, 'cause your nose is up.
I'm approaching up.
Like I can't give you winter in the summer
Or summer in the winter
Miami in December
Trying to look bored in them Diors.
She probably is,
Was acting shallow until she find out how deep that my pockets is.
Mrs. Prima Donna,
This is your reminder,
That I think you're fine, but I'm finer!

'Cause it sure seems (it sure seems)
You got no doubt (that you got no doubt)
But we all seem (we all seem)
We got your head in the clouds.

If I could write you a song and make you fall in love,
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't,
You think you're cooler than me.

You got designer shades just to hide your face and
You wear them around like
You're cooler than me.
And you never say hey or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me.

. . .

Don't Trust Me (Benny Blanco Remix)

[No lyrics]

. . .

Kiss Me Thru the Phone

[No lyrics]

. . .

Red Button

[No lyrics]

. . .


Look, I need the best drinks
I love the best hos
I grow the best weed
And blow the best smoke
Mama, they love me from NY here back to Fresno
But they trying to bring your son
Down like the West Coast
Still instrumental on top of these instrumentals
I can say that we the same
But it's too hard to pretend to
You ain't been thru what I been thru
Man, I charge it to the game
It's cool, I got my incidentals
Bitch, I'm doing everything I planned to
I'm with a girl that's just too much for you to handle
my mans will squeeze the handle
And put you on a mantle
Respect a nigga doing everything that you can't do

. . .

Mirror's Edge

[No lyrics]

. . .

Speed of Sound

[No lyrics]

. . .

Close the Door

[No lyrics]

. . .


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