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Scotty McCreery - Why You Gotta Be Like That
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INTERPRÉTATION
Scotty McCreery
Scotty McCreery
Voix principales
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Guitare électrique
David Dorn
David Dorn
Piano
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitare acoustique
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Batterie
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Scotty McCreery
Scotty McCreery
Paroles/Composition
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Paroles/Composition
James McNair
James McNair
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Production
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Production
Aaron Eshuis
Aaron Eshuis
Production
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Ingénierie de mixage
Bryce Roberts
Bryce Roberts
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Ingénierie de montage

Paroles

Got a party at 8:00, it's 7:53 Keys in my hand, somewhere to be And you come strolling down the stairs You got that up-to-somethin' look on your face Looks like we are gonna be fashionably late But you don't seem to care, so I set down my whiskey and you kiss me You lean your back against the wall When we walk in and it's past ten I'ma tell 'em it's your fault Baby, why you gotta wear them jeans Hair down and a white tank top? Baby, why you gotta be so mean? Looking so good, I can't stop My hands from touchin' your body You know I love it but I got to ask Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why you gotta be like that? I'm so predictable, it's like you know That denim and low cut combo With the fire in your eyes Gonna get me every time It's been like that since we met You keep messing with my head You love to play that game And I hate to complain but Baby, why you gotta wear them jeans Hair down and a white tank top? Baby, why you gotta be so mean? Looking so good, I can't stop My hands from touchin' your body You know I love it but I got to ask Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why you gotta be like that? Whoa, oh Why you gotta be like that? I set down my whiskey and you kiss me You lean your back against the wall When we walk in and it's past ten I'ma tell 'em it's your fault Baby, why you gotta wear them jeans Hair down and a white tank top? Baby, why you gotta be so mean? Looking so good, I can't stop My hands from touchin' your body You know I love it but I got to ask Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why you gotta be like that? Whoa, oh Why you gotta be like that? Whoa, oh Baby, why you gotta be like that? Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why?
Writer(s): Scotty Mccreery, James Mcnair, Jordan Schmidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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