Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mariya Stokes
Background Vocals
Lucas Gienow
Background Vocals
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Tim Galloway
Electric Guitar
Devin Malone
Acoustic Guitar
Justin Kudding
Bass Guitar
Brad Shapiro
Bass Guitar
Grady Saxman
Drums
Billy Nobel
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lucas Gienow
Songwriter
Mariya Soetaert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucas Gienow
Producer
Brock McFarlane
Mastering Engineer
Spencer Cheyne
Mixing Engineer
Aidan Thompson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I’s chasing that feeling
That comes with a fling
Stay unattached burn like a match
Then c-c-cut that string
One love for life?
I didn’t get the hype
Silver screen romance, Hollywood slow-dance
Felt like a lie ‘cause
Every stupid movie ends with kissin’ in the rain
I’d rather be the Casanova gettin’ on a plane
Oh woah woah, I’d leave ‘em stranded
Never get too close, end up empty handed
Love was just a word that I was scared to say
And honestly I thought that I was getting by okay
Oh woah woah, but then I met him
When you know you know my God, I get it
I get it now, I get it, I get it now
Oh my God I g-g-get it
Late nights, hook-up highs
F-f-fuck that noise
I’m staying in Saturday, meeting his family
Can’t get enough of the boy
Gimme him snoring, ah yeah
Bed head in the morning, I’m there
I want more of the real thing
That fake shit is boring
Every stupid movie ends with kissin’ in the rain
I’d rather be the Casanova gettin’ on a plane
Oh woah woah, I’d leave ‘em stranded
Never get too close, end up empty handed
Love was just a word that I was scared to say
And honestly I thought that I was getting by okay
Oh woah woah, but then I met him
When you know you know my God, I get it
Now I get why movies end with kissin’ in the rain
I’m done with bein' Casanova gettin’ on a plane
Oh woah woah, I finally landed
A man that can handle my kind of romantic
Love was just a word that I was scared to say
And honestly I thought that I was getting by okay
Oh woah woah, until I met him
When you know you know, thank God I finally
Let go I can let my hair down I can trust the man
He just wants to love me for exactly who I am
Oh woah woah, and I let him
When you know you know my G-G-God, I think I finally get it
I get it now, I get it, I get it now
Oh my God I g-g-get it
Written by: Lucas Gienow, Mariya Soetaert