Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kip Moore
Performer
Brett James
Background Vocals
Jimmie Sloas
Bass
Matt Bubel
Drums
Justin Weaver
Programming
Jeff Hyde
Banjo
Rob McNelley
Guitar
Tim Lauer
Keyboards
Schmarx
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kip Moore
Songwriter
Justin Weaver
Songwriter
Westin Davis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kip Moore
Producer
Brett James
Producer
Nick Brophy
Mixing Engineer
Schmarx
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
If it ain't broke, you can bet that I'm gonna break it
If there's a wrong road, I'm damn sure gonna take it
Where there's smoke, my pocket lighter sparked the fire
Where there's blue lights, just read me my rights
No, they don't make guys like me, you get exactly what you see
I come from a long line of bloodline that ain't gonna change
So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger
I know where to aim, hell, I'm to blame
Where there's a love, I tell ya, girl, I love to hate it
Where there's a do not touch, my finger print done stained it
Where there's a train wreck, sit on back and watch me crash
Where there's a what, you say, damn right I said it
No, they don't make guys like me, you get exactly what you see
I come from a long line of bloodline that ain't gonna change
So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger
I know where to aim, hell, I'm to blame
For breaking your heart, taking this living a little too hard
Drinking too much and playing too loud, where there's a scar I carved it out
No, they don't make guys like me, you get exactly what you see
I come from a long line of bloodline that ain't gonna change
So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger
I know where to aim, hell, I'm to blame
I know where to aim, hell, I'm to blame
Writer(s): Westin Davis, Justin Michael Weaver, Kip Christian Moore
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