Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Swindell
Lead Vocals
Dierks Bentley
Vocals
Billy Panda
Acoustic Guitar
Michael Carter
Programming
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Mike Wolofsky
Bass Guitar
Greg Morrow
Drums
James Mitchell
Electric Guitar
Pat Buchanan
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Swindell
Songwriter
Jaron Boyer
Lyrics
Matt Bronleewe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Stankiewicz
Assistant Engineer
John Palmieri
Editing Engineer
Michael Carter
Producer
Mills Logan
Recording Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Patrick Thrasher
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Dang, girl, look at you
Stoppin' me in my boots
What's a country boy to do, but say
Uh uh
Stop beatin' my chest up
You're down right dangerous
That shake and me gitty up
Got my eyes goin' what what
Sippin' on this seven-seven
Never been this close to heaven
Got her pretty turned up to eleven
Droppin' them dead on the dance floor
Somebody better call a doctor
She's a little heart stopper
I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner
She's a flatliner, oh she's a flatliner
Tell 'em about it Dierk
Dang, girl, I'm done
I ain't never seen no one
Poppin' it like a cold one
Droppin' down like oh oh
Oh my, I see the light
I don't mean the neon kind
One kiss from you tonight will send me on to the other side
Sippin' on this seven-seven
Never been this close to heaven
Got her pretty turned up to eleven
Droppin' them dead on the dance floor
Somebody better call a doctor
She's a little heart stopper
I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner
She's a flatliner
(Oh my God)
You got it girl
You go it, c'mon
Dang, girl, look at you
Stoppin' me in my boots
What's a country boy to do
What would Dierk do
Grab a guitar
And go sing her a song
Are you gonna play one of my songs?
No don't play one of yours
Play one of mine man
Heh hah hah hah
Yeah, sippin' on this seven-seven
Never been this close to heaven
Got her pretty turned up to eleven
Droppin' them dead on the dance floor
Somebody better call a doctor
She's a little heart stopper
I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner
She's a flatliner
Sippin' on this seven-seven
Never been this close to heaven
Got her pretty turned up to eleven
Droppin' them dead on the dance floor
Somebody better call a doctor
She's a little heart stopper
I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner
She's a flatliner, oh
She's a flatliner
Yeah, man, she's gonna hurt somebody
Dude, she's worth ya, brother, go get her one
Yaa she's a flatliner
Writer(s): Cole Swindell, Jaron Boyer, Matt Bronleewe
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