Hudební video

Hudební video

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris LaRocca
Chris LaRocca
Lead Vocals
Kyle Wildfern
Kyle Wildfern
Performer
Seago
Seago
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris LaRocca
Chris LaRocca
Songwriter
Herag Sanbalian
Herag Sanbalian
Songwriter
Jaime Dixon
Jaime Dixon
Songwriter
Jordan Kelman
Jordan Kelman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris LaRocca
Chris LaRocca
Producer
Herag Sanbalian
Herag Sanbalian
Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brandon Hernandez
Brandon Hernandez
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Texty

[Intro]
Fuck around and feel like shit
Been tryna write a god damn hit, I keep writing 'bout you-ooh
[Verse 1]
Breakup coach, put me back, in the field
Used to talk about our feelings
Now you ask me how I'm feeling
Make the most, cigarette hanging, silhouette dancing
On your toes
Take me back to back then
Can't keep up the acting
No, I can't keep up the acting, no
[Chorus]
Fuck around and feel like shit
Been tryna write a god damn hit, I keep writing 'bout you-ooh
When you decline, I catch your drift
Tryna catch a brand new fish, I keep fishing for you
Now I don't know what to do
Got me crying by the pool, yeah, I'm missing my
[Verse 2]
Used to be cuddled up, now the huddles up, told me break
Like it's halftime, I might leave
Told me not to come home, like you coaching third base
Guess I'm a bad sign, she a team member
I take no offense, 'cause he know I cannot defend her
Now I'm on the bench, I want you, I don't need Tinder
Even if I hit the game winner, please don't break the ties
You gon' make me cry
[PreChorus]
If I ever hear about any knee injuries
Or see you smiling knowing I'm not the one clapping your cheeks
Well, I'm a poor sport, I'm a sore loser, why are you sore?
I got a belly full of wine, and no reason to text
I got a foul fuckin' mouth for a reasonable tick
If I ever hang it up, it'll be by the neck
'Cause I would kill to die by your hands
[Chorus]
Fuck around and feel like shit
Been tryna write a god damn hit, I keep writing 'bout you-ooh
When you decline, I catch your drift
Tryna catch a brand new fish, I keep fishing for you
Now I don't know what to do
Got me crying by the pool, yeah, I'm missing my
[Bridge]
Small fry, got me running offside
Loving you ain't easy, stop me with a red card, you beat me again
Nice guy, we used to be so shy
Loving you was breezy, stop me with the red-
[Bridge]
I don't wanna wait again, I don't wanna wait again
I don't wanna wait again, I don't wanna wait again
I don't wanna wait again, I don't wanna wait again
I don't wanna wait again, I don't wanna wait again, I don't wanna wait again
[Outro]
Fuck around and feel like shit
Been tryna write a god damn hit, I keep writing 'bout you-ooh
Written by: Chris LaRocca, Christopher LaRocca-Cerrone, Herag Sanbalian, Jaime Dixon, Jordan Kelman
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