Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Rose
Keyboards
Suzy Jones
Vocals
Iajhi Hampden
Drums
Ethan Phillips
Bass
Jordan Katz
Trumpet
David Ralicke
Saxophone
Elizabeth Lea
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Rose
Songwriter
Suzy Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Rose
Producer
Michael Brauer
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Letra
Here we go again
You wondering how I've been
But you never call 'til you've got some trouble on your end
So if you've gotta pick my pocket don't pretend we are friends
I feel like you're trying too hard to get something you think you need
I won't wait 'til the day you try and take the final piece of me
I know how it is now so I ain't gonna come around no more
You burn like a third-degree
You're covered in gasoline
You need a light from me so you can blow smoke at me through your teeth
It's the end of the mystery how you got me so cheap
I feel like you're trying too hard to get something you think you need
I won't wait 'til the day you try and take the final piece of me
I know how it is now so I ain't gonna come around no more
More, more
I feel like you're trying too hard to get something you think you need
I won't wait 'til the day you try and take the final piece of me
I feel like you're trying too hard to get something you think you need
I won't wait 'til the day you try and take the final piece of me
I feel like you're trying too hard to get something you think you need
I won't wait 'til the day you try and take the final piece of me
I know how it is now so I ain't gonna come around no more
No more, no more
Writer(s): Suzy Jones
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