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No Reason” is an unreleased song by Post Malone featuring Kanye West and Justin Bieber.

Background[]

The song was auctioned by Music Mafia on June 25, 2017 and surfaced online a year later on August 31, 2018.[1] Prior to this, the majority of the song had only been made available in low-quality thanks to the buyer leaking snippets of it.

Background[]

Kanye West posted a part of the lyrics in July 2016.[2]

The song was supposed to be on Post’s debut album "Stoney".[3]

Lyrics[]

[Intro: Kanye West]
A hunnid years from now we gon’ all be dead, all be dead
All be dead, so tonight, bitch, I might as well get head

[Refrain: Post Malone]
I got a tan line, I wear my fuckin’ Rollie so much
Lil’ bitch, you think you somethin’, but I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
With your girl you don’t fuck, I can tell you wanna fuck her

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (Oh yeah)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me (Oh-oh-oh)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
And I got a hunnid-thousand in my motherfuckin’ bag
Pull up Saint Laurent and I put it on the jet (Oh-oh)
Motherfuckin’ jet, drop the top on a Bent’
Pull up to the fuckin’ club and I’m smackin’ on your bitch (Oh-oh-oh)
Lil’ mama gon’ suck me up
Hell, mama, ‘cause we your season (Oh-oh)
Look like that shawty [?]
Yeah, I left her for no reason
Leon DeChino gon’ fuck on your bitch
I just don’t remember nothing when I wake
I just put forty-thousand on my wrist
I just be like I’m a man on a mission (Oh-oh-oh)
Got a rattlesnake, keep it hissin’ (Rattle)
And I hold it now with no reason ([?])

[Refrain: Post Malone]
I got a tan line, I wear my fuckin’ Rollie so much
Lil’ bitch, you think you somethin’, but I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
Which girl you don’t fuck, I’m gonna tell you how to fuck her

[Interlude: Kanye West]
A hunnid years from now we gon’ all be dead, all be dead
All be dead, so tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now, we gon’ all be dead, all be dead (Boom)
So tonight, I might as well get head

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
And you talkin’ that shit for no reason
When you know you comin’ home this evenin’
Why you wanna come and play with my emotions?
When you know you should be going through the motions
We don’t got no time to waste, whoa-oa-oa
This is not the time or place, oh-oh-oh
This the shit that make you wanna wow (You wow)
And I really think I’m on that king shit
Make you wanna bow down (Bow down)
Ooh, I’m feelin’ like I lost it now
Got me runnin’ like a faucet now
Tell ‘em there’s a new boss in town
Girl, I’m feelin’ like I’m lost and found
‘Cause I’m so up and down

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (Oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me

[Outro: Kanye West]
A hunnid years from now we gon’ all be dead, all be dead
All be dead (Boom), so tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now, we gon’ all be dead, all be dead (Boom)
So tonight, I might as well get head

In comparison to the initial leak, this version contains a verse by Kanye, as well as differing vocals from both Post and Bieber and a slightly alternate instrumental.

Background[]

Long before the first version of the song entered circulation, a low-quality snippet of Kanye’s verse appeared online. It leaked in full on November 6, 2018.[4][5]

Lyrics[]

[Intro: Kanye West]
A hunnid years from now we gon’ all be dead, all be dead
All be dead, so tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now, we gon’ all be dead, all be dead (Boom)
So tonight, I might as well get head

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Don’t ask about my daughter, don’t ask about my family
Don’t ask about the manners, don’t ask about the [?]
Don’t ask about the money, don’t ask me how my [?] is
Don’t ask about a debt, like you finna help
Ni‏gga, fuck you and yourself, I can tell it wasn’t a deal
All positive vibes, hashtag fuck a bitch, God want it, want it back (Click, boom)
[?] ridin’ through Calabasas, lookin’ up the [?] with the ass
Never good I know, bitch kinda want a man
More stuntin’, why you ni‏ggas always mad? (You)
Apologize to Pablo, apologize to Pablo, apologize to Pablo
Wild ni‏gga from the south, ayy, south, southside of Chicago, ugh (Perfect)
Them ni‏ggas, that’s ni‏gga, that ni‏gga, tell me I’m that ni‏gga, ugh (Perfect)
Them ni‏ggas, that’s that, that ni‏gga, tell me I’m that ni‏gga, ugh (You)
[?] gonna getcha, uh (You)
One day, karma gon’ getcha, uh (You)
I’m gonna [?] and I been sittin', uh (Click, boom)
Waitin’ here, sittin’ with the .45
I [?] with the low life
I been waitin’ for this shit my whole life
I been on a [?] with your Go-Ride

[Interlude: Kanye West]
Hunnid years, though, we gon’ all be dead, all be dead
All be dead, so tonight, I might as well get head

[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
I got a tan line, I wear my fuckin’ Rollie so much
Lil’ bitch, you think you somethin’, but I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
Which girl you don’t fuck, I’m gonna tell you how to fuck her

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (Oh yeah)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

[Verse 2: Post Malone]
Lil’ mama gon’ suck me up, hell no, ‘cause we’re on your season (Oh-oh)
[?]
Yeah, I left her for no reason
Leon DeChino gon’ fuck on your bitch
I just don’t remember nothing when I wake
I just put forty-thousand on my wrist
I just be like I’m a man on a mission
Eighty on, motherfucker, ayy
I remember back in endless summer, ayy
It was 2012 while we in the summer
Yeah, when I lease that shit, don't matter

[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
Got a tan line, I wear my fuckin’ Rollie so much
Lil’ bitch, you think you somethin’, but I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
Which girl you don’t fuck, I’m gonna tell you how to fuck her

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (Oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me (Oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (Oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me

[Verse 3: Justin Bieber]
And you talkin’ that shit for no reason (And you talkin' that shit)
When you know you comin’ home this evenin’ (When you know you comin' home)
Why you wanna come and play with my emotions? (My emotions)
When you know you should be going through the motions
We don’t got no time to waste, whoa-oa-oa
This is not the time or place, oh-oh-oh
This the shit that make you wanna wow (You wow)
And I really think I’m on that king shit
Make you wanna bow down (Bow down)
Ooh, I’m feelin’ like I lost it now
Got me runnin’ like a faucet now
Tell ‘em there’s a new boss in town
Girl, I’m feelin’ like I’m lost and found
‘Cause I’m so up and down
'Cause I'm so up and down
So up and down

[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
Got a tan line, I wear my fuckin’ Rollie so much
Lil’ bitch, you think you somethin’, but I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
Which girl you don’t fuck, I’m gonna tell you how to fuck her

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me

[Outro: Post Malone]
Hey, ohh-ohh, oh, yeah
Hey, ohh-ohh, oh, yeah
Anyone got a problem with me?
You the same one that doubted me
[?] me
You the same one that doubted me

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