Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Walker Hayes
Akustische Gitarre
Fred Eltringham
Schlagzeug
Derek Wells
E-Gitarre
Kris Donegan
E-Gitarre
Tony Lucido
Bass
Dave Cohen
Klavier
Ryan Gore
Shaker
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Walker Hayes
Songwriter:in
Thomas Archer
Songwriter:in
Kylie Sackley
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Walker Hayes
Co-Produzent:in
Shane McAnally
Produzent:in
Paroles
Hey
Well, I got some coke in my bourbon
Surfin' the room like Swazye
No, I ain't drunk, I'm amazin'
Yeah, I got that laid way, way back, back in my swagger
X factor feelin' no pain, I'm at the top of my game
Darlin', you can't crash my party
With your "sorry's" and "what are we's"
Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin' girl you made your bed
And didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey)
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me
Ha, guess you don't know what you want
'Til you see you're movin' on
Makin' lonely look like freedom
Baby, don't even act like I'm doin' somethin' wrong
If my song comes on, and I get lost on that dance floor
In somebody's arms that ain't yours
You can't crash my party
With your "sorry's" and "what are we's"
Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin' girl you made your bed
And didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey)
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me
For real, babe, ain't tryin' to rub it your face
I'm just breakin' off a little cold hard truth
It is what it is, girl, you did what you did, girl
I'm just doin' what a bachelor do
Darlin', you can't crash my party
With your "sorry's" and "what are we's"
Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute (quit it)
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin' girl you made your bed
And didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me (hey)
Writer(s): Thomas Archer, Kylie Sackley, Walker Hayes
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