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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Abstract
Performer
Kid Harpoon
Programming
Tyler Johnson
Keyboards
Romil Hemnani
Programming
Ryan Nasci
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Composer
Joshuah Melnick
Composer
Kid Harpoon
Composer
Sarah Aarons
Composer
Tyler Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Abstract
Executive Producer
Kid Harpoon
Producer
Tyler Johnson
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Executive Producer
Gehring Miller
Recording Engineer
Brian Rajaratnam
Recording Engineer
Emi Trevena
Assistant Engineer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Jonah Abraham
Executive Producer
Owen Stoutt
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Tequila been hurting for the road
How did it get so hard
When you're stuck at the lateral?
She's got that body out like it's warm weather
He told her "Nothing can ever last ever"
Fuck it, tonight she's doin' that black leather
Friday night, nothing can ever last, ever
Rewritin' the past, no lookin' back
Lines on the dash, screamin', "Oh, oh"
She better off in the club dancin' how she wanna
Do her thing, what she feel, smokin' marijuana
Spend her bands how she needs, she thinks she Madonna
She thinks she Madonna, maybe she Madonna
No friends, 2 a.m., and she hit the diner
Speedin' home, fever dream, outrunnin' the drama
Next day, sunrise, just facin' the water
She thinks she Madonna, but she don't wanna let us down
X's and O's like she's playin' PlayStation
Blue bubble green, and she left the conversation
Love comes and goes, she hits the road
Fuckin' somebody else in the gas station
Rewritin' the past, no lookin' back
Lines on the dash, screamin', "Oh, oh"
We, falling at last, she wanna smash
Lines on the dash, screaming "Oh, oh"
She's better off in the club dancin' how she wanna
Do her thing, what she feel, smokin' marijuana
Spend her bands how she needs, she thinks she Madonna
She thinks she Madonna, maybe she Madonna
Played her hand, got it back, she doesn't fuck with karma
Speedin' home, fever dream, outrunnin' the drama
Fantasies, apologies, dreamin' of the cameras
She think she Madonna, but she don't wanna let us down
She better off in the club dancin' how she wanna
Do her thing, what she feel, smokin' marijuana
Spend her bands how she needs, she thinks she Madonna
She thinks she Madonna, maybe she Madonna
No friends, 2 a.m., and she hit the diner
Speedin' home, fever dream, outrunnin' the drama
Next day, sunrise, just facin' the water
She thinks she Madonna, she thinks she Madonna
She thinks she Madonna, she thinks she Madonna
She thinks she Madonna, she thinks she Madonna
Writer(s): Ian Simpson, Joshuah Melnick, K. Harpoon, Romil Hemnani, Sarah Aarons, Tyler Johnson
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