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Beyoncé
Stimme und Gesang
Raphael Saadiq
Bass
Elizabeth Lowell Boland
Klavier
Nate Ferraro
Gitarre
Megan Bülow
Begleitgesang
Khirye Tyler
Bass
Rhiannon Giddens
Banjo
Killah B
Schlagzeug
Lemar Carter
Schlagzeug
Hit-Boy
Synthesizer
Jack Siegel
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Beyoncé
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Beyoncé
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Raphael Saadiq
Produzent:in
Nate Ferraro
Produzent:in
Khirye Tyler
Produzent:in
Killah B
Produzent:in
Hit-Boy
Produzent:in
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Produzent:in
Stuart White
Mischtechniker:in
Mariel Gomerez
Produzent:in
John Cranfield
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Alex Nibley
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Hotae Alexander Jang
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Matheus Braz
Ingenieurassistent:in
Andrea Roberts
Ingenieur:in
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Paroles
This ain't Texas (woo)
Ain't no hold 'em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (woo)
And throw your keys up (hey)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around)
And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a (hey), come take it to the floor now, woo, ha (woo)
There's a tornado (there's a tornado)
In my city (in my city)
Hit the basement (hit the basement)
That - ain't pretty (ain't pretty)
Rugged whiskey (rugged whiskey)
'Cause we surviving ('cause we surviving)
Puffin' red-cup kisses, sweet redemption, passing time, yeah
Ooh, one step to the right
We headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice
Ooh, you run to the left
Just work me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind
This ain't Texas (woo)
Ain't no hold 'em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down, oh no
So park your Lexus (hey) (woo)
And throw your keys up (hey)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around)
And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey, too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a -, come take it to the floor now, ooh
Take it to the floor now, ooh
Now I'ma need all my cowboys to the dancefloor (hoops, spurs, boots)
To the floor now, ooh (tuck, back, oops)
Get to the dancefloor
Woke up this morning, my heart keeps racing (woo)
Straight to the bottom, we all need salvation (come take it to the floor now, ooh)
Need you to end this drought, take me downtown
Gon' leave the truck, whiskey, baby
Let's get weekend (weekend) wasted
Might as well just throw it all (woo-woo)
And pony up (hey), don't hold back on me
It's a rodeo, we gon' do-si-do (hey)
Rope me in and then you take me home (huh)
Give me all of your love, all of your sins, all of your flaws, pony up
Hats off to you, but it's boots on the ground
Sippin' on a Tennessee, spinning me around
I just see you with whiskey
I'm drinking straight, baby, all day
It's a hell of a life
Baby, I just might
Throw a party for the whole damn town
Chasing my sins away with brown, brown
I'ma need another round, round, round, round
One for me, one for my lover, lover
Pony up and salute your town
Chasing our sins away with brown
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me too
Furs, spurs, boots (there's a whole lotta South coming out, I'm getting rowdy on you)
Solargenic, photogenic, shoot (whole lotta truth coming out)
Writer(s): Raphael Saadiq, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Nathan John Ferraro, Brian Vincent Bates, Megan Buelow, Atia Boggs, Elizabeth Lowell Boland
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