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Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Florida Georgia Line
Podobné skladby
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Joey Moi
Programming
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Danny Rader
Bouzouki
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
Brian Kelley
Vocals
Tyler Hubbard
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Clawson
Songwriter
Matt Dragstrem
Songwriter
Cole Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Producer
Eivind Nordland
Assistant Engineer
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer
Scott Johnson
Editing Engineer
Texty
Girl, you melt me like ice in whiskey
With those blue flame looks that you give me
You can't hide what's inside
And it's killing me right now to see you wanna slip off with me again
Why should we go round and round the truth, like we've been doin'
Every time we lie girl we're losin'
So why should we spend Saturday night alone
When I can call you on the phone, pick you up
Make it up as we go along
Pull an all nighter chasing that desire
Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters)
Get a little higher (get a little higher)
Sippin' on fire (sippin' on fire)
Yeah, you act like you don't know what you're missing
Every time you end up back with him
Cause it's safe, and you're scared
Of everything you're feelin' when we're burning the midnight down again
Why should we go round and round the truth, like we've been doin'
Every time we lie girl we're losin'
So why should we spend Saturday night alone
When I can call you on the phone, pick you up
Make it up as we go along
Pull an all nighter chasing that desire
Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters)
Get a little higher (get a little higher)
Sippin' on fire (sippin' on fire)
Every goodbye is bittersweet
So why should we fight what we both need?
Why should we go round and round the truth, like we've been doin'
Every time we lie girl we're losin'
So why should we spend Saturday night alone
When I can call you on the phone, pick you up
Make it up as we go along
Pull an all nighter chasing that desire
Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters)
Get a little higher (get a little higher)
Sippin' on fire (sippin' on fire)
Girl, you melt me like ice in whiskey
With those blue flame looks that you give me
You can't hide what's inside
And it's killing me right now to see you wanna slip off with me
Sippin' on fire
Writer(s): Rodney Dale Clawson, Matt Dragstrem, John Cole Taylor
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