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Concerts à venir de Kelsea Ballerini

Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kelsea Ballerini
Kelsea Ballerini
Leadgesang
Alysa Vanderheym
Alysa Vanderheym
Programmierung
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Akustische Gitarre
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
E-Gitarre
Craig Young
Craig Young
Bassgitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kelsea Ballerini
Kelsea Ballerini
Songwriter:in
Alysa Vanderheym
Alysa Vanderheym
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kelsea Ballerini
Kelsea Ballerini
Produzent:in
Alysa Vanderheym
Alysa Vanderheym
Produzent:in
Mike Stankiewicz
Mike Stankiewicz
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Chris Small
Chris Small
Schnitttechniker:in
Will Kienzle
Will Kienzle
Ingenieurassistent:in
Alex Ghenea
Alex Ghenea
Mischtechniker:in
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Luke Armentrout
Luke Armentrout
Ingenieurassistent:in
Taylor Chadwick
Taylor Chadwick
Ingenieurassistent:in
Adam Battershell
Adam Battershell
Ingenieurassistent:in
Andrew Darby
Andrew Darby
Ingenieurassistent:in

Paroles

Check, check, what's next? List in my head I could give it a rest, but what's a girl to expect? It's been two years, I'm at my best Check, check, what's next? No notes, no qualms, line through my palm Reads that I've done it wrong, but now you're all that I want Let's do it right, move this along No notes, no, here I go Future trippin' The silver clock on my wrist is only tickin' Woe is me, what-iffin' I wish it was romantic, all the things we don't know But it has me pushin' panicked, are we taking it slow? 'Cause now the future's inchin' And I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it All best laid plans, I understand Are still out of our hands and only hourglass sand You say I'm it, I say, "Expand" Would chill, but can't Future (future) trippin' The silver clock on my wrist is only (only) tickin' (tickin') Woe is me, what-iffin' I wish it was romantic, all the things we don't know But it has me pushin' panicked, are we taking it slow? 'Cause now the future's (future's) inchin' (inchin') And I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it And I'm just tryna get my head around it Future trippin', trippin', trippin' I don't wanna control it I just wanna know it How it's gonna go, yeah I don't wanna impose Some things we're not supposed to know yet But my head won't stop, my head won't stop Future (future) trippin' (trippin') If I blink, will I miss it? I'm death (I'm death) grippin' (grippin') So, crystal ball, what's the vision? I wish it was romantic, all the things we don't know But it has me pushin' panicked, are we taking it slow? 'Cause now the future's (future's) inchin' (yeah) And I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it (Check, check, what's next?) Trippin', trippin', trippin' And I'm just tryna get my head around it (And I could give it a rest) trippin', trippin', trippin' And, no, I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it Trippin', trippin', trippin'
Writer(s): Alysa Vanderheym, Kelsea Ballerini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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