Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nate Hilts
Lead Vocals
Scott Pringle
Vocals
Danny Kenyon
Cello
Colton Crawford
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Hilts
Songwriter
Scott Pringle
Songwriter
Danny Kenyon
Songwriter
Colton Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Dead South
Producer
Joel Feeney
Mastering Engineer
Orion Paradis
Producer
Lyrics
Tore up the restraining order
I don't care, I'm comin' over
What your daddy said isn't goin' over too well
Don't you know not to kiss and tell?
Mother said, she's my brother's daughter
And I don't even know who's my father
I guess she's my cousin
But she needs some sweet lovin' anyway
Pulled you out by your hair
People ask I was never there
Come on baby and take a ride with me
Come on baby, let's drive to the sea
Mother said, she's my brother's daughter
And I don't even know who's my father
I guess she's my cousin
But she needs some sweet lovin' anyway
It's a hot night drivin' down highway sixty
With my baby in the passenger seat
Roll down my window and I
I lean my head back, and I put my foot to the floor
We're going faster and she's saying slow down
(Slow down)
We're going faster and she's saying slow down
(Slow down)
We're going faster and she's saying slow down
(Slow down)
We're going faster, and she's saying slow down (slow down)
And I say no, and she's saying slow down (slow down)
And I say no, and she's saying slow down (slow down)
And I say no, and she's saying slow down (slow down)
And I say no, and she's screaming! Slow down (slow down)
And I say no
No (no)
Mother said, she's my brother's daughter
And I don't even care who's my father
I guess she's my cousin
But she needs some sweet lovin' anyway!
Writer(s): Daniel J Kenyon, Colton Craig Crawford, Nathaniel William Hilts, Scott Matthew Pringle
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