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Koe Wetzel - 9 Lives (Black Cat) (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amy Allen
Amy Allen
Background Vocals
Carrie Karpinen
Carrie Karpinen
Drums
Gabe Simon
Gabe Simon
Bass
Josh Serrato
Josh Serrato
Electric Guitar
Koe Wetzel
Koe Wetzel
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ropyr Madison Koe Wetzel
Ropyr Madison Koe Wetzel
Songwriter
Amy Allen
Amy Allen
Songwriter
Gabe Simon
Gabe Simon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amy Allen
Amy Allen
Vocal Producer
Carrie Karpinen
Carrie Karpinen
Assistant Producer
Gabe Simon
Gabe Simon
Producer
Josh Serrato
Josh Serrato
Additional Producer
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Phillip Smith
Phillip Smith
Assistant Engineer
Tyler Spratt
Tyler Spratt
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Justin Shturtz
Justin Shturtz
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Here we go There's a storm brewin' in a pool hall down in Houston Where some poor old boy's 'bout to get his teeth knocked out In the bathroom it was snowin', drip so good, it had me chokin' Plus a fifth of cheap tequila, so you better watch out I've got a nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice People seem to lose their luck when I come around I got a 12 pack, two dime bags, flat lined twice just to come right back God blessed me, the first eight didn't count Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down I lost the first one to a dealer, lost the second one to a preacher And three and four to the twins that live next door Well, at the fifth one, I saw Heaven, married six on top of seven And I lost the eighth tryin' to be a rodeo clown (breakdown) Still got a nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice People seem to lose their luck when I come around I got a 12 pack and two dime bags, flat lined twice just to come right back God blessed me, the first eight didn't count Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down Still got a nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice People seem to lose their luck when I come around And I got a 12 pack and two dime bags, flat lined twice just to come right back God blessed me, the first eight didn't count Still got that nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice People seem to lose their luck when I come around And I've got a 12 pack and two dime bags, flat lined twice just to come right back God blessed me, the first eight didn't count Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down Koe, that was so good (thanks, you know)
Writer(s): Amy Allen, Gabe Simon, Ropyr Wetzel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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