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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ryan Bingham
Ryan Bingham
Chant
Chris Joyner
Chris Joyner
Piano Wurlitzer
Daniel Sproul
Daniel Sproul
Guitare
Jedd Hughes
Jedd Hughes
Guitare
Nate Barnes
Nate Barnes
Batterie
Shawn Davis
Shawn Davis
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ryan Bingham
Ryan Bingham
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jim Scott
Jim Scott
Production
Brian Lucey
Brian Lucey
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Kevin Dean
Kevin Dean
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ryan Bingham
Ryan Bingham
Production

Paroles

Where in the hell have I gone I woke up this morning undressed Might have been a little too drunk I can't get you out of my head You shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love I got a little taste, now I can't get enough You shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love Running through my veins like a top shelf drug Got me walking in my sleep Visions all around my bed I'm loving these crazy dreams I can't get you out of my head You shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love I got a little taste, now I can't get enough You shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love Running through my veins like a top shelf drug No matter what I do or say You're the butter on my bread I need you every night and day I can't get you out of my head You shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love I got a little taste, now I can't get enough You shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love Running through my veins like a top shelf drug You shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love I got a little taste, now I can't get enough You shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love Running through my veins like a top shelf drug Where in the hell have I gone I woke up this morning undressed Might have been a little too drunk I can't get you out of my head
Writer(s): Ryan Bingham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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