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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Post Malone
Stimme und Gesang
HARDY
Stimme und Gesang
Louis Bell
Programmierung
Charlie Handsome
Programmierung
Aaron Sterling
Schlagzeug
Craig Young
Bass
Derek Wells
E-Gitarre
Dave Cohen
Tasteninstrumente
Paul Franklin
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
Larry Franklin
Geige
Wes Hightower
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Louis Bell
Komponist:in
Charlie Handsome
Komponist:in
Austin Post
Komponist:in
Alexander Izquierdo
Komponist:in
Billy Walsh
Komponist:in
Ernest Keith Smith
Komponist:in
Michael Hardy
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Louis Bell
Produzent:in
Charlie Handsome
Produzent:in
Nick Mac
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Ryan Oswald
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Andrew Boullianne
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Collin Reynolds
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Grant Morgan
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Trent Woodman
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Joey Moi
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Ryan Gore
Mischtechniker:in
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ally Gecewicz
Studiopersonal
Paroles
Thirty-eight dollars for a coconut rum
You never looked prettier sippin' on one
These downtown lights are turnin' back off
'Cause the world is turnin' back on, um, um
On the same damn road we drove a thousand times
I swear I saw a message in them white and yellow lines
And I ain't sayin' I'm a killer or if I'll ever be
But hypothetically
Would you hide my gun? Would you tell no one?
Would you pack a never comin' back again bag?
If the three-times-four's bangin' at our door
Would you stall and let me slip out the back?
Girl, if you wanted to, could you get to runnin' to
That never-endin'-honeymoon Mexico sun?
'Cause you know I adore ya, no shit, I'd kill a man for ya
And if I did, would you hide my gun?
Would you hide my gun?
If you had to dig a hole, would you take it to the grave?
Put some concrete shoes at the bottom of a lake
If I shot him dead, would you shoot me straight?
Yeah, shoot me straight
Would you hide my gun? Would you tell no one?
Would you pack a never comin' back again bag?
If the three-times-four's bangin' at our door
Would you stall and let me slip out the back?
Girl, if you wanted to, could you get to runnin' to
A never-endin'-honeymoon, Mexico sun?
'Cause you know I adore ya, no shit, I'd kill a man for ya
And if I did, would you hide my gun?
Would you hide my gun?
A big wheel gun in my right hand, tiny diamond in my left
Are you down to go the distance, Lord, in sickness and in health?
'Cause nothin' gonna part us, not even death
Would you hide my gun? Would you tell no one?
Would you pack a never comin' back again bag?
If the three-times-four's bangin' at our door
Would you stall and let me slip out the back?
Girl, if you wanted to, could you get to runnin' to
That never-endin'-honeymoon Mexico sun?
'Cause you know I adore ya, no shit, I'd kill a man for ya
And if I did, would you hide my gun?
Would you hide my gun?
Lord, I didn't do anything wrong
I'm only askin' just because
Writer(s): Alexander Izquierdo, Ryan Vojtesak, Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Ernest Keith Smith, Billy Walsh, Michael Wilson Hardy
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