Clip vidéo
Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Ronnie Radke
Chant
Jacky Vincent
Guitare principale
Ryan Seaman
Batterie
Derek Jones
Guitare
Ronald Ficarro
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ronnie Radke
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingénierie de mixage
Ronnie Radke
Production
Ryan Ogren
Assistance de production
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jeff Moll
Ingénierie
Michael "Elvis" Baskette
Co‑production
Paroles
[Verse 1]
It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot
And I'm hanging with her friends again
Great taste, beautiful place
And you're fashionably late (Hey!)
And I don't wanna be that guy
That makes you sad, makes you cry again
Without a doubt, sorry about
Making out with your friends (Go!)
[Verse 2]
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na, na, na-na, na
[Verse 3]
I love the way that this began
Started off right, so innocent
I'm letting you know, I'm letting you go
I want your best friend
I'm giving it up and asking why
You seemed so shocked and so surprised
I'm sorry it hurts, I'm surely a jerk
I understand why you're mad
[Verse 4]
Don't talk that crap when you call me back
As a matter of fact, don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right
Everybody knows I'm wrong (Wrong!)
[Verse 5]
It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot
And I'm hanging with her friends again
Great taste, beautiful place
And you're fashionably late (Hey!)
And I don't wanna be that guy
That makes you sad, makes you cry again
Without a doubt, sorry about
Making out with your friends (Muah!)
[Verse 6]
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na, na, na-na, na
[Verse 7]
It's got nothing to do with how you look
Just another excuse to write a hook
I'm letting you know, she liked my post
Up on my Facebook
And after all, you're not my type
But all your friends are pretty nice
You know what I mean, stop making a scene
And take some words of advice
[Verse 8]
Don't talk that crap when you call me back
As a matter of fact, don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right
Everybody knows I'm wrong (Right?)
[Verse 9]
It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot
And I'm hanging with her friends again
Great taste, beautiful place
And you're fashionably late (Hey!)
And I don't wanna be that guy
That makes you sad, makes you cry again
Without a doubt, sorry about
Making out with your friends
[Verse 10]
And I've got the topic conversation now
And I know I'm running out of time (Yeah!)
It's not an honest demonstration now
You're not the only one, not the only one
[Verse 11]
Don't talk that crap when you call me back
As a matter of fact, don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right
Everybody, sing along, ah
[Verse 12]
And I don't wanna be that guy (Hey! Hey!)
That makes you sad, makes you cry again (Hey! Hey!)
Without a doubt, sorry about (Hey! Hey!)
Fucking all your friends (What?)
[Verse 13]
It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot
And I'm hanging with her friends again
Great taste, beautiful place
And you're fashionably late (Hey!)
And I don't wanna be that guy
That makes you sad, makes you cry again
Without a doubt, sorry about
Making out with your friends
[Verse 14]
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Making out with your friends (Hey!)
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Making out with your friends
[Verse 15]
Without a doubt, sorry about
Having sex with all your friends (Ha-ha-ha)
Written by: Ronnie Radke
