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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Stimme und Gesang
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Programmierung
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Programmierung
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Programmierung
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Begleitgesang
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Schlagzeug
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
E-Gitarre
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Tasteninstrumente
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Akustische Gitarre
Josh Beale
Josh Beale
Begleitgesang
Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Songwriter:in
Alysa Vanderheym
Alysa Vanderheym
Songwriter:in
Audra Mae
Audra Mae
Songwriter:in
Summer Overstreet
Summer Overstreet
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Produzent:in
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Produzent:in
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Produzent:in
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mischtechniker:in
Alysa Vanderheym
Alysa Vanderheym
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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Some of us are sick and tired of our small town And some of us wish the PTA would calm down And all of us need more than a wind down and a clock out I know I could use an alter-ego, ego boost right now What do you say, let's get away, have us a holiday? All the champagne, none of the shame We can blame it on our Fake names, I'm Hurricane Hayley She's from Alabama and she's batshit crazy Mary Jane, she's a pilot in the Navy And blacked-out Brittney might puke on your Luccheses The hell that we're raisin', hearts that we're breakin' Hey, it ain't a real mistake 'cause we can blame it on our Fake names Fake names Pedialyte, poppin' bottles in the mornin' Elvira went home with the doorman And where am I? Why is this guy callin' me Rhoda? And how the hell did we end up in North Dakota? Oh-um Fake names, I'm Hurricane Hayley She's from Alabama and she's batshit crazy Mary Jane, she's a pilot in the Navy And blacked-out Brittney might puke on your Luccheses The hell that we're raisin', hearts that we're breakin' Hey, it ain't a real mistake 'cause we can blame it on our Fake names Fake names Hey, Tawanda, don't you got a brain surgery Or somethin' you gotta go to? I think you're late Ta-what? Oh We can blame it on our Fake names, I'm Hurricane Hayley She's from Alabama and she's batshit crazy Mary Jane, she's a pilot in the Navy And blacked-out Brittney might puke on your Luccheses The hell that we're raisin', hearts that we're breakin' Hey, it ain't a real mistake 'cause we can blame it on our Fake names Fake names
Writer(s): Alysa Vanderheym, Summer Ashtyn Overstreet, Audra Mae Butts, Priscilla Block Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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