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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brett Kissel
Brett Kissel
Vocals
Michael Lotten
Michael Lotten
Programming
Matty McKay
Matty McKay
Background Vocals
Justin Kudding
Justin Kudding
Bass
Spencer Cheyne
Spencer Cheyne
Drums
Bart McKay
Bart McKay
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Wilson
Justin Wilson
Songwriter
Michael Lotten
Michael Lotten
Songwriter
Trea Landon
Trea Landon
Songwriter
Chapin Hartford
Chapin Hartford
Songwriter
Donald Pfrimmer
Donald Pfrimmer
Songwriter
James Foster
James Foster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Kissel
Brett Kissel
Producer
Bart McKay
Bart McKay
Producer
Brennan Kennedy
Brennan Kennedy
Engineer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I got this 18 footer with a cooler full of 18 Ice cold beers in a Yeti, yep (yep, yep), ha-ha-ha You got that sun kissed skin softer than a peach, yeah Hotter than a Carolina beach, yeah, girl Why don't we drink one together? Might find that feelin' that lasts forever I'll start slidin' your way If you start slidin' mine I got all the want-to, honey Just give me a sign If you ain't lookin' for love, baby Maybe I can change your mind I'll start slidin' your way You start slidin' mine, yep Two tall little speakers, tapping them toes little singer Hot sun droppin' like a sinker, yep (yep, yep), ha-ha I got a jar in the backseat full of that shine from my Pappy Girl, I like the way you're lookin' at me, yeah Why don't we drink one together? Might find a feelin' that lasts forever I'll start slidin' your way You start slidin' mine I got all the want-to, honey Just give me a sign If you ain't lookin' for love, baby Maybe I can change your mind I'll start slidin' your way You start slidin' mine, c'mon! I'll start walkin' your way You start walkin' mine We meet in the middle 'Neath that old Georgia pine We gained a lot of ground 'Cause we both give a little There ain't no road too long We meet in the middle I'll start walkin' your way If you start slidin' mine I got all the want-to, honey Just give me a sign If you ain't lookin' for love, baby Maybe I can change your mind I'll start slidin' your way If you start slidin' mine, yep (Yep, yep, yep) ha-ha-ha (I've got 'em real)
Writer(s): Chapin Hartford, Michael Lotten, Trea Landon, Justin Tyler Wilson, Donald R Pfrimmer, James Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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