Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Walker Hayes
Acoustic Guitar
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Kris Donegan
Electric Guitar
Tony Lucido
Bass
Dave Cohen
Piano
Ryan Gore
Shaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walker Hayes
Songwriter
Thomas Archer
Songwriter
Kylie Sackley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Walker Hayes
Co-Producer
Shane McAnally
Producer
Lyrics
Hey
Well, I got some coke in my bourbon
Surfin' the room like Swazye
No, I ain't drunk, I'm amazin'
Yeah, I got that laid way, way back, back in my swagger
X factor feelin' no pain, I'm at the top of my game
Darlin', you can't crash my party
With your "sorry's" and "what are we's"
Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin' girl you made your bed
And didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey)
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me
Ha, guess you don't know what you want
'Til you see you're movin' on
Makin' lonely look like freedom
Baby, don't even act like I'm doin' somethin' wrong
If my song comes on, and I get lost on that dance floor
In somebody's arms that ain't yours
You can't crash my party
With your "sorry's" and "what are we's"
Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin' girl you made your bed
And didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey)
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me
For real, babe, ain't tryin' to rub it your face
I'm just breakin' off a little cold hard truth
It is what it is, girl, you did what you did, girl
I'm just doin' what a bachelor do
Darlin', you can't crash my party
With your "sorry's" and "what are we's"
Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute (quit it)
I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin'
You're forgettin' girl you made your bed
And didn't want me in it (hey)
Whoa girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on
No girl, can't touch my good as gold
I know it's difficult to see me on a roll
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me (hey)
Writer(s): Thomas Archer, Kylie Sackley, Walker Hayes
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