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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hailey Whitters
Hailey Whitters
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hailey Whitters
Hailey Whitters
Songwriter
Nicolle Galyon
Nicolle Galyon
Songwriter
Forest Glen Whitehead
Forest Glen Whitehead
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hailey Whitters
Hailey Whitters
Producer
Jake Gear
Jake Gear
Producer

Lyrics

I breathe it in like morning wind Through pampas grass, I'll make it last Like my last twenty Oh, ain't it funny? How even when it's wrong, I come on strong Like coffee black, I'll burn as fast as a box fan hummin' Oh, I ain't runnin' from nothin' I can't help that I'm this way My heart goes wild and that won't change If I take this love right to my grave It is 'cause I fault how I was raised, hey I wear it proud like Mama's house Or a Sunday dress, that's still the test of a Christmas Eve It's all on my sleeve So bring on the dry spell, tell me the hard truth Let's take the long way, that's what I'm used to When makin' this bet, if you're all in Put on your seatbelt, if you can't tell I can't help that I'm this way My heart goes wild and that won't change If I take this love right to my grave It's 'cause I fault how I was raised, hey Headfirst, I'm jumpin' A little dirt don't hurt nothin' I know it's worth more than gold This hand you hold, I know you know that I can't help that I'm this way I'll take you to the grave, right to the grave, yeah I can't help that I'm this way, oh I'm all in and that won't change If I take this love right to my grave It is 'cause I fault how I was raised, hey Headfirst, I'm jumpin' A little dirt don't hurt nothin'
Writer(s): Forest Glen Whitehead, Hailey Whitters, Nicolle Galyon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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