Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jared Easterling
Drums
Josh Serrato
Bass
Baggio Barf
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ava Grace Connell
Songwriter
Sean Rogers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Rogers
Co-Producer
Josh Serrato
Mixing Engineer
Baggio Barf
Co-Producer
Songtexte
I wouldn't be the first blonde
To put a fist through his dash
I knew it along that five percent can't cover his tracks
Silver sitting on his console
Everybody knows I wear gold
I slammed the door
To that stupid Ford
I left the grace up to the good lord
That pit in my stomach had no where to go
Since I found out about that other girl
And I may be stubborn
But we were no good for each other
I'm a wreck and I'm all torn up
But hey It'll buff
I can't say that there weren't signs
He was all too good all too fast
That boy could tell a lie
Even my mama bought his act
He taught me a thing or two
A little time in the shop gets her brand new
Nothing a little paint can't fix
Hurts like hell
But it is what it is
That pit in my stomach had no where to go
Since I found out about that other girl
And I may be stubborn
But we were no good for each other
I'm a wreck and I'm all torn up
But hey It'll buff
I wouldn't be the first blonde
To put a fist through his dash
I knew it along that five percent can't cover his tracks
That pit in my stomach had no where to go
Since I found out about that other girl
And I may be stubborn
But we were no good for each other
That pit in my stomach had no where to go
Since I found out about that other girl
And I may be stubborn
But we were no good for each other
I'm a wreck and I'm all torn up
But hey It'll buff
It'll buff
It'll buff
Written by: Ava Grace Connell, Sean Rogers

