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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
charlieonnafriday
Stimme und Gesang
Tyler Dopps
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tyler Dopps
Songwriter:in
Jim Lavigne
Songwriter:in
Jackson Foote
Songwriter:in
Jesse Fink
Songwriter:in
James Marino
Songwriter:in
Charlie Malone Finch
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tyler Dopps
Produzent:in
Josh Deguzman
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jon Castelli
Mischtechniker:in
Dale Becker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Noah McCorkle
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Katie Harvey
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cut out my heart with no Novocaine
There's nothing to numb the pain and everything hurts, yeah
Who knew that hell could be Heaven-sent?
I guess that's what happens when a blessing gets cursed
[PreChorus]
Now she turned her Silverado to a getaway
Just another wild horse that got out the gate
Now her taillights burnin' down the interstate
And I really wanna chase her, I ain't thinkin' straight
Thinkin' straight, either way
She was gone by the sunrise
Started rainin' in the summertime
Picking pieces of my heart up off the floor, whoa, whoa
[Chorus]
Girl, I wish I had a warning shot of that 90-proof
Little liquor in my blood when you told me we're through, yeah
Hold the rocks on the '42
Need a bottle in my hand just to handle the truth, yeah
Gotta do what you gotta do, but girl, I ain't bulletproof, bulletproof
So let me get a warning shot, or maybe two
And then maybe I'll remember to forget about you, yeah
[Verse 2]
Roll Tide, girl, always out of time, girl
She in church on Sunday but it's Friday all the time, girl
Blindsided, didn't read the fine print
Swervin' 'cross the county lines
[PreChorus]
Now she turned her Silverado to a getaway
Just another wild horse that got out the gate
Now her taillights burnin' down the interstate
And I really wanna chase her, I ain't thinkin' straight
Thinkin' straight, either way
She was gone by the sunrise
Started rainin' in the summertime
Picking pieces of my heart up off the floor, whoa, whoa
[Chorus]
Girl, I wish I had a warning shot of that 90-proof
Little liquor in my blood when you told me we're through, yeah
Hold the rocks on the '42
Need a bottle in my hand just to handle the truth, yeah
Gotta do what you gotta do, but girl, I ain't bulletproof, bulletproof
So let me get a warning shot, or maybe two
And then maybe I'll remember to forget about you, yeah
Written by: Charlie Finch, Jackson Foote, James Marino, James William Lavigne, Jesse Fink, Jim Lavigne, Tyler Dopps