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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BENNETT
BENNETT
Vocals
Tarron Crayton
Tarron Crayton
Bass
Grant Zubritsky
Grant Zubritsky
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BENNETT
BENNETT
Songwriter
Coleridge Tillman
Coleridge Tillman
Songwriter
Tarron Crayton
Tarron Crayton
Songwriter
Trevor David Brown
Trevor David Brown
Songwriter
William Zaire Simmons
William Zaire Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trevor David Brown
Trevor David Brown
Producer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sebastian Kole
Sebastian Kole
Executive Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Zaire Koalo for The Orphanage
Zaire Koalo for The Orphanage
Producer

Lyrics

Boy, you know I, I Hate or loved you Hate a wasted day after day of my patience To give you a try Now I'm wasted This Henny don't taste quite the same but I'm faded And drunken thoughts speak sober minds and I'm Drunk as fuck, throw up Might need to roll up But, damn, I can't find my cigar I'm in the backwoods looking for backwoods Backwards Look what you made me do, yeah, yeah Look what You made me do Look what you made me do, yeah, yeah Look what You made me do Over and over, I try to get over you It's over, but there's something new Look what you made me do, yeah, yeah Look what You made me do Way too much woman for you Karma is coming for you Drunk text my new boy and told him I wasn't ready He called up, folded, now he's coming over I'm over this Need to try that sober shit 'Cause I'm drinking way too much lately Boy you know I, I I try to drink to forget my regrets And it's over but I'm still not over you yet Tell your new girl I said that I wish she was dead I'm not sorry Look what you made me do, yeah, yeah Look what You made me do Look what you made me do, yeah, yeah Look what You made me do Over and over I try to get over you It's over, but there's something new Look what you made me do, yeah, yeah Look what You made me do I had a dream that I drowned you Drifted away then I found you Do not resuscitate Suffering succotash Suffering suffocates Fuck the ring, fuck the bag, fuck the love Fuck the dates, bigger dreams I gotta move, you ask, "Where to?" To better things, better things, better things, better things
Writer(s): Trevor David Brown, William Zaire Simmons, Sebastian Kole, Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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