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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Vocals
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Programming
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Programming
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Programming
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Background Vocals
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Josh Beale
Josh Beale
Background Vocals
Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Songwriter
Alysa Vanderheym
Alysa Vanderheym
Songwriter
Audra Mae
Audra Mae
Songwriter
Summer Overstreet
Summer Overstreet
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Producer
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Producer
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Producer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Alysa Vanderheym
Alysa Vanderheym
Additional Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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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