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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Vocals
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Programming
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Electric Guitar
Josh Beale
Josh Beale
Background Vocals
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Gabe Klein
Gabe Klein
Piano
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Programming
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Songwriter
Emily Kroll
Emily Kroll
Songwriter
Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Producer
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Recording Engineer
Adam Grover
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Engineer
Gabe Klein
Gabe Klein
Assistant Engineer
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Producer
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Producer
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Engineer

Lyrics

I've stopped looking for your truck Every time I go somewhere I don't scroll through the past anymore 'cause I don't care I'm finally putting on the shirt I like Tight jeans, big hoops with my hair up high The least you could've done was give me the bar tonight Why'd you have to come back in right then Right when I was just getting good and gone? 'Cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time You must've heard I was moving on Then right out of the blue A quarter past two, I'm all about you When I was just about, just about over you I was just about, just about over you You could've stayed with the guys, acting like you didn't see me It would've hurt a little less if you bought some girl a drink But you had to walk up, messing me up I'm drunk, wondering why it's gotta be like this I thought that I was moving on, but now I'm starting back over again Why'd you have to come back in right then Right when I was just getting good and gone 'Cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time You must've heard I was moving on Then right out of the blue A quarter past two, I'm all about you When I was just about, just about over you I was just about, just about over you Maybe you caught me on a bad night Maybe tomorrow, I'll be just fine Maybe it's the red wine That put you back in my mind Why'd you have to come back in right then Right when I was just getting good and gone? 'Cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time You must've heard I was moving on Then right out of the blue A quarter past two, I'm all about you When I was just about, just about over you, oh-oh I was just about over you
Writer(s): Priscilla Block, Emily Kroll, Sarah Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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