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Shooting star
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Shooting star was released on August 15, 2025 by Audrey Hobert/RCA Records as a part of the album Who's the Clown?
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Release DateAugust 15, 2025
LabelAudrey Hobert/RCA Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM131

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Audrey Hobert
Audrey Hobert
Performer
Miles Morris
Miles Morris
Drums
Ricky Gourmet
Ricky Gourmet
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Audrey Hobert
Audrey Hobert
Songwriter
Matthew Fildey
Matthew Fildey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ricky Gourmet
Ricky Gourmet
Producer
Jon Castelli
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Piéce Eatah
Piéce Eatah
Vocal Recording Engineer
Liam Weiland
Liam Weiland
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
1, 2, 3, bitch
[Verse 1]
When I'm drunk at the club I wanna be felt up
When I'm fresh outta luck, I say give me the hard stuff
If I hate what I hear I'll just tell you to shut up
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
[PreChorus]
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-oh
Wanna be bored, babe?
Check on the door, babe
She's walking in and looks like every other chick
And I think she's the one, oh
Here's what I do
When he's showing his cards
I get all my friends and sit 'em all down and set him apart
I fill in the gaps
And I give it an arc
Then I tie it all up and drop kick it like it's a shot in the dark
[Chorus]
Girl, that's not a shooting star
I'm sorry, my bad, I thought that it was
Girl, girl, that's no
Not a shooting star
I know that you're right but what if you're not?
'Cause he's perfect
He treats me like shit, but I promise you, baby, it's worth it
'Cause it hurts me
And I'd rather be hurt when I'm drunk at the club on a Thursday
So excuse me
I know what I'm doing, it's him in a month
Him in a month
Or however long
Or however long
Or never at all, oh
[PreChorus]
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-oh, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-oh
Wanna be bored, babe?
Check on the door, babe
She's walking in and looks like every other chick
I think she's the one
And I think she's the one
Here's what I do
Here's what I do
When he's showing his cards
When he's showinghis cards
I get all my friends and sit 'em all down and set him apart
Set his ass apart
I fill in the gaps
Fill in the gaps
And I give it an arc
And I give it an arc
Then I tie it all up and drop kick it like it's a shot in the dark
[Chorus]
Girl, that's not a shooting star
I'm sorry, my bad, I thought that it was
Girl, girl, that's no
Not a shooting star
I know that you're right, but what if you're not?
'Cause he's perfect
He treats me like shit
But I promise you, baby, it's worth it
'Cause it hurts me
And I'd rather be hurt when I'm drunk at the club on a Thursday
It consumes me
And I'm totally loving the music
And I like it the best when I'm losing, baby
Ah-ah-ah
[Verse 2]
When I'm drunk at the club I wanna be felt up
When I'm fresh outta luck, I say give me the hard stuff
If I hate what I hear, I'll just tell you to shut up
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
[Outro]
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-oh
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
Oh-ooh-oh, ah-ah-ah-oh, oh-oh
It's just who I am and they can't get enough, oh
Written by: Audrey Hobert, Matthew Fildey
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