Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rare Americans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Priestner
Songwriter
Jan Cajka
Songwriter
Tim Randolph
Songwriter
Lubomir Ivan
Songwriter
Duran Ritz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Randolph
Producer
Tekst Utworu
Gun to my head, sweatin’ in bed
I worry this could get me dead
When you cross that line, you can’t look behind
I never thought I was the hurting kind
Gun to my head, gotta get out of bed
Flip a coin, tails or heads
Place your bets, black or red
Life is a strange game of roulette
I’m looking for help, I’m searching for love
I’m looking for answers tonight, if there’s a God up above
Can you give me a sign?
Can you hold my hand?
I just wanna be part of somebody’s plan
What are you, what are you
What are you, what are you
What are you gonna do now?
What are you, what are you
What are you, what are you
What are you gonna do now?
Gonna do now?
What are you gonna do now?
What are you, what are you
What are you, what are you
What are you gonna do now?
Gun to my head, sweatin’ in bed
I worry this could get me dead
When you cross that line, you can’t look behind
I never thought I was the hurting kind
I’m looking for help, I’m searching for love
I’m looking for answers now, if there’s a God up above
Can you give me a sign?
Can you hold my hand?
I just wanna be part of somebody’s plan
What are you, what are you
What are you, what are you
What are you gonna do now?
What are you, what are you
What are you, what are you
What are you gonna do now?
Gonna do now?
What are you gonna do now?
What are you, what are you
What are you, what are you
What are you gonna do now?
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Written by: Duran Ritz, Jan Cajka, Jared Priestner, Lubo Ivan

