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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
charlieonnafriday
Vocals
Tyler Dopps
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Dopps
Songwriter
Jim Lavigne
Songwriter
Jackson Foote
Songwriter
Jesse Fink
Songwriter
James Marino
Songwriter
Charlie Malone Finch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Dopps
Producer
Josh Deguzman
Recording Engineer
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Cut out my heart with no Novocain
There's nothin' 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
Now she turned her Silverado to a getaway
Just another wild horse that got out the gate
Now we're tail lights, 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 (summertime)
Pickin' pieces of my heart up off the floor, whoa, whoa
Girl, I wish I had a warnin' 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
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
Now she turned her Silverado to a getaway
Just another wild horse that got out the gate
Now we're tail lights, 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 (summertime)
Pickin' pieces of my heart up off the floor, whoa, whoa
Girl, I wish I had a warnin' 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
Writer(s): James Marino, Charlie Finch, Warren Zeiders, Jesse Finkelstein, Tyler Dopps, James Lavigne, Jackson Foote
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