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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BANKS
Vocals
Aron Forbes
Acoustic Guitar
BJ Burton
Drums
Hudson Mohawke
Programming
Psymun
Programming
Rob Moose
Strings
Simon Edward Christensen
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jillian Rose Banks
Composer
Miguel
Composer
Tim Anderson
Composer
Simon Edward Christensen
Composer
BJ Burton
Arranger
Rob Moose
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aron Forbes
Additional Producer
BJ Burton
Producer
Hudson Mohawke
Co-Producer
Psymun
Co-Producer
Brandon Bost
Mixing Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Buddy Ross
Engineer
John DeBold
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sam Tusa
Assistant Recording Engineer
Huntley Miller
Mastering Engineer
Songtexte
And you're walking around
Waving all of your feathers and shaking your ass
You should be thanking me
For giving you what you never afforded
And with all that you're covered in
Poor little birdie, it's making you crass
Yeah, you're burning the bridges
In all of my business, I got it recorded
Keep counting your gold
'Cause it's all your fault
Losing what you hold
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the
And I know your behavior is
Only a mirror of the jealousy, baby
And oh, such a pity that you're getting older
The pressure is crazy
The things that you're doing
Ain't helping your case
The things that you're doing
Ain't helping your case, no way
Keep counting your gold
'Cause it's all your fault
Losing what you hold
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the
Still trippin' to slip in your own dirty
Fingers to dip in the chicken now
And you knew that my peaches is ripe
For the pickin' and you tried to pull it down
This is something you put into motion
We all know how you get with a notion
Was the sun in the morning
Then you started mourning or something
And that's how it went down
You pushed me in the ocean
Better yet, you put me in the mode
Wrong direction to put you in motion
I get it, you miss doing things at the 9-0
You pushed me in the ocean
Better yet, you put me in the mode
Wrong direction to put you in motion
I get it, you miss doing things at the 9-0
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the fall
Girl, you almost made it through the
Writer(s): Aron Forbes, Jillian Banks, Miguel Pimentel, Simon Edward Christensen, Tim Anderson
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