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Matt Stell - Shut The Truck Up (Visualizer)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Matt Stell
Matt Stell
Вокал
Todd Lombardo
Todd Lombardo
Акустическая гитара
David Dorn
David Dorn
Клавишные инструменты
Sol Littlefield
Sol Littlefield
Электрогитара
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Бас-гитара
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Барабаны
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Электрогитара
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Стил-гитара
Eric Torres
Eric Torres
Бэк-вокал
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Электрогитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Matt Stell
Matt Stell
Автор песен
Jessie Jo Dillon
Jessie Jo Dillon
Автор песен
Chase McGill
Chase McGill
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Matt Stell
Matt Stell
Продюсер
Ash Bowers
Ash Bowers
Продюсер
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Миксинг-инженер
Eric Torres
Eric Torres
Инженер звукозаписи
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Ассистент инженера
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Oughta take some windshield paint And write "make me an offer" 'Cause right now if things don't change I'd take rock-bottom dollar On this low-miles, one-owner Half-ton, two-toner When they ask me why I'm sellin' Baby, I'll just tell 'em I can't get the rearview off you, wanna rip the thing off Can't get your perfume out the bench seat cloth If a short bed Chevy could talk, it'd say "Boy, you messed up and it's all your fault" All my playlists, I can't play 'em From the A to the F to the XM dial Every memory, evеry mile, it reminds me of us And I wish I could just Shut thе truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up Shut thе truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up It's like it's tryin' to steer me to go and see what you're doin' And that sure ain't helpin' me gettin' my movin' on movin' I hear four hundred horses screamin' when you drove away Why didn't I even turn the key our turn you around? Guess I'm the one that's breakin' down I can't get the rearview off you, wanna rip the thing off Can't get your perfume out the bench seat cloth If a short bed Chevy could talk, it'd say "Boy, you messed up and it's all your fault" All my playlists, I can't play 'em From the A to the F to the XM dial Every memory, every mile, it reminds me of us And I wish I could just Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up I can't open the door without hearin' yours slammin' It's still stuck in my head and I can't stand it I can't get the rearview off you, wanna rip the thing off Can't get your perfume out of the bench seat cloth If a short bed Chevy could talk, it'd say "Boy, you messed up and it's all your fault" All my playlists, I can't play 'em From the A to the F to the XM dial Every memory, every mile, it reminds me of us And I wish I could just Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up Yeah, yeah Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up
Writer(s): Jessie Jo Dillon, Richard Chase Mcgill, Matt Stell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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