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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Victorian Halls
Victorian Halls
Performer
Sean Lenart
Sean Lenart
Guitar
Carlos Luna
Carlos Luna
Piano
Mike Tomala
Mike Tomala
Drums
Jordan Dismuke
Jordan Dismuke
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Lenart
Sean Lenart
Songwriter
Carlos Luna
Carlos Luna
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Lenart
Sean Lenart
Producer
Cameron Webb
Cameron Webb
Producer
Sergio Chavez
Sergio Chavez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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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