Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lainey Wilson
Vocals
Jay Joyce
Electric Guitar
Joel King
Bass Guitar
Brad Pemberton
Drums
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Charlie Worsham
Banjo
Aslan Freeman
Electric Guitar
Derek George
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lainey Wilson
Songwriter
Derek George
Songwriter
Monty Criswell
Songwriter
Lynn Hutton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Joyce
Producer
Jason Hall
Mixing Engineer
Jimmy Mansfield
Assistant Engineer
Josh Groppel
Engineer
Jaxon Hargrove
Assistant Engineer
Court Blankenship
Assistant Producer
Andrew Mendelson
Engineer
Lyrics
Been working like a dog, tryna please 'em all
Tryna put another comma in the bank
Tryna get these broke-down dreams to crank
Sometimes a good, good girl's gotta break out the denim
Gonna pour me a drink, pour my ass in 'em
For heaven's sake, I need a good time
Lord knows it ain't no crime
To leave a little lipstick red on a solo
Make a little mess of my head on the Cuervo
I don't need no help, no, I got this
Coming in hot as hell, y'all watch this
Gonna tear up this town like a drunk tornado
Light it up, let it all go
Tell that angel inside of me to hide her wings and lay low
Hold my halo
I got a neon side
I let her shine sometimes
Sitting like a devil on my shoulder
Tonight I'm gonna let her take over
And leave a little lipstick red on a solo
Make a little mess of my head on the Cuervo
I don't need no help, no, I got this
Coming in hot as hell, y'all watch this
Gonna tear up this town like a drunk tornado
Light it up, let it all go
Tell that angel inside of me to hide her wings and lay low
Hold my halo
Put it back on in the morning
P-put it back on in the morning
P-put it back on in the morning
P-put it back on, put it back
Sometimes a good good girl's gotta break out the denim
Gonna pour me a drink, pour my ass in 'em
For heaven's sake, I need a good time
Lord knows it ain't no crime
To leave a little lipstick red on a solo
Make a little mess of my head on the Cuervo
I don't need no help, no, I got this
Coming in hot as hell, y'all watch this
Gonna tear up this town like a drunk tornado
Light it up, let it all go
Tell that angel inside of me to hide her wings and lay low
Hold my halo
Hold my halo
P-put it back on, put it back on
P-put it back on in the morning
P-put it back on, put it back on
P-put it back on in the morning
Hold my halo
Writer(s): Lynn Hutton, Derek George, Monty Criswell, Lainey Wilson
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