Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Carly Pearce
Carly Pearce
Vocais principais
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Percussão
Bobby Hamrick
Bobby Hamrick
Vocal de apoio
Carl Miner
Carl Miner
Violão
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Guitarra elétrica
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percussão
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
Piano
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Teclados
Joeie Canaday
Joeie Canaday
Baixo
Josh Matheny
Josh Matheny
Guitarra elétrica
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Composição
Luke Laird
Luke Laird
Composição
Hillary Lindsey
Hillary Lindsey
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
busbee
busbee
Produção
Marty Williams
Marty Williams
Engenharia (mixagem imersiva)
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Engenharia (masterização)
Bobby Hamrick
Bobby Hamrick
Engenharia
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Engenharia (edição)
Dave Clauss
Dave Clauss
Engenharia (mixagem)
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Engenharia
Konrad Snyder
Konrad Snyder
Engenharia

Letra

[Verse 1]
I heard that you were back in town
Oh well, it's been a hot minute
Since me and you were hangin' out
Yeah, we had that crazy kind of chemistry
Where you get burned, don't learn, don't care
Just reach for another match and gasoline
[Verse 2]
Yeah, knock-knock
Here you come a-knockin' on my door
But you gonna have to wait on the porch
[Verse 3]
Better hide the wine and get it gone
I better hide every one of them
Records that turn me on (Lock 'em up, lock 'em up)
Turn up the lights and kill the mood
Because, baby, I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine
[Verse 4]
I know me and I know you
I better get rid of all the Two Buck Chuck
And the high-dollar good stuff too
'Cause, baby, if I don't then you know what we'll do, yeah
With one sip, one tip, we'll be sitting on the couch
You'll be kicking off your shoes
[Verse 5]
Better hide the wine and get it gone
I better hide every one of them
Records that turn me on (Lock 'em up, lock 'em up)
Turn up the lights and kill the mood
Because, baby, I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine
I better hide the wine, yeah
[Verse 6]
Knock-knock, here you come a-knockin' on my door
But you gonna have to wait another minute on the porch
Oh no, no, it's a dangerous thing
Pourin' alcohol on an old flame
[Verse 7]
Better hide the wine and get it gone
I better hide every one of them
Records that turn me on (Lock 'em up, lock 'em up)
Turn up the lights and kill the mood
Because, baby, I just don't trust myself with you
I better hide the wine
I better hide the wine, yeah
[Verse 8]
(Knock-knock, here you come a-knockin' on my door)
I better hide
(You gonna have to wait another minute on the porch)
I better hide the wine
Written by: Ashley Gorley, Hillary Lindsey, Luke Laird
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