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Tate McRae - uh oh (Visualizer)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Tate McRae
Tate McRae
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Billy Walsh
Billy Walsh
Paroles/Composition
Ali Tamposi
Ali Tamposi
Paroles/Composition
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Paroles/Composition
Tate McRae
Tate McRae
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Production
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistance d’ingénierie
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistance d’ingénierie
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

(Uh-oh-oh) Feel your eyes watchin' me So, I'm movin' on him just so you can see Told you I was gonna get you right back (right back) Oh, you don't really like that? (Oh) I'm lost again (oh), when you walk away (oh) You know if you leave, I ain't gonna stay (oh-oh-oh) When I'm doin' good, you get me off track (oh) And I guess I kinda like that (oh) You make me really, really, good at makin' bad decisions All my friends know where to look every time I go missing Seven texts and two missed calls Know I can't ignore 'em all Said that I'm gonna be sleepin' at mine I lied (oh) Uh-oh, I couldn't help myself I'm almost at your house again, again Uh-oh, I'm one foot in the door My clothes are on your floor again, again I get a little drunk and it's all I want Tomorrow, I'll be sick, but tonight I'm numb Uh-oh, now, we can just pretend We won't do it again, again, again Roll your eyes like you do Should have known it's always the same with you Tryin' not to feel our connection But, oh my God, it's kinda temptin' You said, "Can we leave now?" (oh) I don't think we should (oh) Through the back door (oh) That won't end good (oh) Now at my place Shit, you know I would (oh) Gonna follow you out when nobody looks You make me really, really, good at makin' bad decisions All my friends know where to look every time I go missin' Seven texts and two missed calls Make you wait before I fall Said that I'm gonna be sleepin' at mine I lied (oh) Uh-oh, I couldn't help myself I'm almost at your house again, again (oh-oh) Uh-oh, I'm one foot in the door My clothes are on your floor again, again (ooh-ooh) I get a little drunk and it's all I want Tomorrow, I'll be sick, but tonight I'm numb (numb) Uh-oh, now, we can just pretend We won't do it again, again, again (Again, again) (Again, again) (Again, again) Again, again
Writer(s): Ali Tamposi, Louis Russell Bell, Billy Walsh, Tate Mcrae Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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