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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Hunt
Sam Hunt
Vocals
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Programming
Devin Malone
Devin Malone
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Josh Matheny
Josh Matheny
Dobro
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Hunt
Sam Hunt
Songwriter
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Songwriter
Josh Osborne
Josh Osborne
Songwriter
Chris La Corte
Chris La Corte
Songwriter
Ernest Keith Smith
Ernest Keith Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Producer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Lay it on, lay it on me Bartender looks at me like "Pony up, man, we're closin' down" I paid the tab, and I turned around Got on that phone on the way home And ended up down the rabbit hole again It's funny how you haven't changed a bit But you're twice as pretty Glad you finally got to see New York City And I know it's not a race But it looks like you're gettin' over me Faster than I'm gettin' over you But hey, what you gon' do? I'm sick of sittin' at the house, dyin' on my phone Wishin' I was somewhere I can be alone Try to let you go, somethin' always reminds me I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s I'm tired of gettin' drunk, tired of bein' free Tired of seein' pictures I don't wanna see Girl, you're everywhere, everywhere but behind me I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s Back then, I could've convinced myself That maybe you called when I was out But you didn't know what to say, so you didn't leave a message And that you're probably at home right now, sound asleep 'Cause goin' out isn't really your thing And I wouldn't have a clue what you been up to lately Or who you been up to it with But when I don't miss your calls, I miss you callin' And I go 'round and 'round again I'm sick of sittin' at the house, dyin' on my phone Wishin' I was somewhere I can be alone Try to let you go, somethin' always reminds me I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s I'm tired of gettin' drunk, tired of bein' free Tired of seein' pictures I don't wanna see Girl, you're everywhere, everywhere but behind me I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s Modern love, it's the modern hearts breakin' I'm just a product of my generation, and I 'Bout had enough, watchin' you gettin' on with your life Baby, I'm sick of sittin' at the house, dyin' on my phone Wishin' I was somewhere I can be alone I try to let you go, and somethin' always reminds me (I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s) I'm tired of gettin' drunk, tired of bein' free Tired of seein' pictures I don't wanna see Girl, you're everywhere, everywhere but behind me I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s Hearts breakin' I'm a product of my Oh, a product of my generation, oh, and I My baby, my baby
Writer(s): Sam Lawry Hunt, Zach Crowell, Ernest Keith Smith, Josh Osborne, Chris Lacorte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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