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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Victorian Halls
Victorian Halls
Исполнитель
Sean Lenart
Sean Lenart
Гитара
Carlos Luna
Carlos Luna
Фортепиано
Mike Tomala
Mike Tomala
Барабаны
Jordan Dismuke
Jordan Dismuke
Бас-гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Sean Lenart
Sean Lenart
Автор песен
Carlos Luna
Carlos Luna
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Sean Lenart
Sean Lenart
Продюсер
Cameron Webb
Cameron Webb
Продюсер
Sergio Chavez
Sergio Chavez
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

I could move better oh... If you would drop that beat And had a different heart Something that tasted sweet. Back at the house the party's loud They're drinking shots of dirty scotch off her stomach in a slow exchange monologue 'till these looks catch me Bitter and clean fix for something sweet I want your tongue in my mouth. Her hand on the small of my back, She says "I know this place where we can go, My boyfriend's in back, My boyfriend's in back." Back at the house the party's loud They're drinking shots of dirty scotch off her stomach And that's, that's all you need to know. As these looks catch me And my looks come clean Whisper something sweet. Let the beat drop, And it just won't stop, We're chasin' chemicals after-hour stops, And it just won't stop 'till the hips will pop so It just won't stop, it just won't stop. I could move better oh, If you'd drop that beat And had a different voice, something that made you Weep I could move better oh, I take my whisky neat, I gotta different voice, I gotta make you weep, I could move better, yeah If you would drop that beat and had a different voice Let the beat drop, And it just won't stop, And the girls kiss girls in parking lots. And it just won't stop 'till those hips will pop so, It just won't stop it just won't stop. Let the beat drop, And it just won't stop, We're chasin' chemicals after-hour stops, And it just won't stop 'till those hips will pop so, It just won't stop it just won't stop. Back at the house the party's loud, They're trading shots of dirty scotch off her stomach, oh. There's nothing for me here Until I hear my name called out, woah. Back at the house the party's loud, They're trading shots of dirty scotch off her stomach, oh. There's nothing for me here Until I hear my name called out, woah. So let the beat drop, And we just won't stop So let the hips pop! And we just won't stop. So let the beat drop, And we just won't stop So let the beat drp, I just won't stop.
Writer(s): Sean Patrick Lenart, Carlos A Luna Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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