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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Brett Young
Stimme und Gesang
Jimmy Robbins
Programmierung
Jonny Fung
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
Allie Lawn
Cello
Emily Weisband
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brett Young
Komponist:in
Emily Weisband
Komponist:in
Jesse Frasure
Komponist:in
Tony Lucca
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jimmy Robbins
Produzent:in
Jimmy Harnen
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Noah Needleman
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Justin Niebank
Mischtechniker:in
Joey LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Paroles
One missed call, and I'm staring down at my phone
I know why you're calling, you don't wanna be alone
I probably shouldn't mess with checking your message
It's the same every time
Sipping on something at a bar, downtown
And asking if I wanna stop by
Girl, I know the way this goes down
You slide on closer after every round
Won't be long before the truth comes out
We get to buzzing, our lips get to touching
With the whiskey and the way you tease
You'll end up waking up next to me
And if that ain't something you wanna do
I just can't drink with you
I'm just thinking it might be safer hanging in the daylight
'Cause we forget the rules when we're under that moonshine, mm-mm
I don't mind talking, but I know we're gonna fall
If we open that bottle of wine
'Cause we don't feel over when we're not sober
Then we get to blurring lines, yeah
Girl, I know the way this goes down
You slide on closer after every round
Won't be long before the truth comes out
We get to buzzing, our lips get to touching
With the whiskey and the way you tease
You'll end up waking up next to me
And if that ain't something you wanna do
I just can't drink with you
When you're dressed like that with your hair pulled back
Girl, you know exactly what you're doing
Order up, last call, blame the alcohol
For the way you're moving
I know the way that this goes down (I can't drink with you)
Won't be long before the truth comes out, yea, yea
Girl, I know the way this goes down
You slide on closer after every round
Won't be long before the truth comes out
We get to buzzing, our lips get to touching
With the whiskey and the way you tease
You'll end up waking up next to me
And if that ain't something you wanna do
I just can't drink with you, oh, oh
I just can't drink with you, ooh, ooh
Writer(s): Brett Young, Jesse Frasure, Emily Weisband, Tony Lucca
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