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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Акустическая гитара
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Стил-гитара
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Клавишные инструменты
Herbert Lee Hendricks
Herbert Lee Hendricks
Бас
Fred Eltringham
Fred Eltringham
Барабаны
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Электрогитара
Kris Donegan
Kris Donegan
Акустическая гитара
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Клавишные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Автор песен
AJ Babcock
AJ Babcock
Автор песен
Pete Good
Pete Good
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Сопродюсер
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Сопродюсер

Слова

You gotta be kidding me, Chesney Every time I turn the ignition, you're on the radio again And in the shotgun of my vision there she is Where she was but she's not, thanks a lot, man Hey, like my heart needs your help in the breaking department Yeah, she's already got that taken care of No offense, but Shut up, Kenny Leave me alone, keep your songs to yourself Why you gotta sound just like she felt? When your stuff was the shit we drove around to And even your sad songs were fun to make out to Come on, Kenny, man, you know I like your music But I hate the way I love the way it hurts when I listen to it I know, I need to rip the radio out the dash, but I can't Damn Shut up, Kenny (yeah) Kenny, please Hell, even your new tracks hurt Your voice is like a mean time machine It only goes backwards Ain't a station you ain't on Need to change it but I don't really want to I just keep loving her And hating you Shut up, Kenny Leave me alone, keep your songs to yourself Why you gotta sound just like she felt? When your stuff was the shit we drove around to And even your sad songs were fun to make out to Come on, Kenny Man, you know I like your music But I hate the way I love the way it hurts when I listen to it I know, I need to rip the radio out the dash, but I can't Damn Shut up, Kenny Shut up, Kenny Shut up, Kenny Leave me alone, keep your songs to yourself Why you gotta sound just like she felt? When your stuff was the shit we drove around to And even your sad songs were fun to make out to Come on, Kenny Man, you know I like your music But I hate the way I love the way it hurts when I listen to it I know, I need to rip the radio out the dash, but I can't Damn Shut up, Kenny (every time I turn the ignition) Come on, Kenny (every time I turn the ignition) Every time I turn the ignition You're on the radio again And in the shotgun of my vision There she is where she was but she's not Thanks a lot, man Hey, like my heart needed your help in the breaking department Ah
Writer(s): Peter Good, Walker Hayes, Aaron Babcock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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