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Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Вокал
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Программирование
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Программирование
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Программирование
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Бэк-вокал
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Барабаны
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Бас
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Электрогитара
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Клавишные инструменты
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Акустическая гитара
Josh Beale
Josh Beale
Бэк-вокал
Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Автор песен
Alysa Vanderheym
Alysa Vanderheym
Автор песен
Audra Mae
Audra Mae
Автор песен
Summer Overstreet
Summer Overstreet
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Продюсер
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Продюсер
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Продюсер
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Миксинг-инженер
Alysa Vanderheym
Alysa Vanderheym
Дополнительный инженер
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Some of us are sick and tired of our small town And some of us wish the PTA would calm down And all of us need more than a wind down and a clock out I know I could use an alter-ego, ego boost right now What do you say, let's get away, have us a holiday? All the champagne, none of the shame We can blame it on our Fake names, I'm Hurricane Hayley She's from Alabama and she's batshit crazy Mary Jane, she's a pilot in the Navy And blacked-out Brittney might puke on your Luccheses The hell that we're raisin', hearts that we're breakin' Hеy, it ain't a real mistake 'cause wе can blame it on our Fake names Fake names Pedialyte, poppin' bottles in the mornin' Elvira went home with the doorman And where am I, why is this guy callin' me Rhoda? And how the hell did we end up in North Dakota? Oh-um Fake names, I'm Hurricane Hayley She's from Alabama and she's batshit crazy Mary Jane, she's a pilot in the Navy And blacked-out Brittney might puke on your Luccheses The hell that we're raisin', hearts that we're breakin' Hey, it ain't a real mistake 'cause we can blame it on our Fake names Fake names Hey, Tawanda, don't you got a brain surgery Or something you gotta go to? I think you're late Ta-what? Oh We can blame it on our Fake names, I'm Hurricane Hayley She's from Alabama and she's batshit crazy Mary Jane, she's a pilot in the Navy And blacked-out Brittney might puke on your Luccheses The hell that we're raisin', hearts that we're breakin' Hey, it ain't a real mistake 'cause we can blame it on our Fake names Fake names
Writer(s): Alysa Vanderheym, Summer Ashtyn Overstreet, Audra Mae Butts, Priscilla Block Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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