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INTERPRÉTATION
Beyoncé
Chant
Raphael Saadiq
Basse
Khirye Tyler
Basse
Rhiannon Giddens
Banjo
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Batterie
Hit-Boy
Synthétiseur
Elizabeth Lowell Boland
Piano
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Batterie
Nate Ferraro
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Beyoncé
Paroles/Composition
Elizabeth Lowell Boland
Paroles/Composition
Raphael Saadiq
Paroles/Composition
Megan Bülow
Paroles/Composition
Brian Bates
Paroles/Composition
Nate Ferraro
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Beyoncé
Production
Raphael Saadiq
Co‑production
Killah B
Production
Hit-Boy
Production complémentaire
Stuart White
Ingénierie de mixage
Mariel Gomerez
Production complémentaire
Alex Nibley
Ingénierie de prise de son
Hotae Alexander Jang
Ingénierie de prise de son
Andrea Roberts
Ingénieries complémentaires
Matheus Braz
Assistance d’ingénierie
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nate Ferraro
Production
John Cranfield
Ingénieries complémentaires
Paroles
This ain't Texas (ooh)
Ain't no hold 'em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (ooh)
And throw your keys up (hey)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around)
And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo, ha
There's a tornado (there's a tornado)
In my city (in my city)
Hit the basement (hit the basement)
That shit ain't pretty (shit ain't pretty)
Rugged whiskey (rugged whiskey)
'Cause we survivin' ('cause we survivin')
Puffin' red-cup kisses, sweet redemption, passin' time, yeah
Ooh, one step to the right
We headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice
Ooh, run me to the left
Then spin me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind
This ain't Texas (oh)
Ain't no hold 'em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (ooh)
And throw your keys up (hey)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around)
And I'll be damned if I can't slow-dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo
(Woo-hoo)
(Woo-hoo)
(Woo-hoo)
There's a heatwave (there's a heatwave)
Comin' at us (comin' at us)
Too hot to think straight (too hot to think straight)
Too cold to panic (cold to panic)
All other problems
Just feel dramatic (just feel dramatic)
And now we're runnin' to the first bar that we find, yeah
Ooh, one step to the right
We headed to the dive bar we always thought was nice
Ooh, you run to the left
Just with me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind
This ain't Texas (oh)
Ain't no hold 'em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down (oh)
So park your Lexus (hey)
Throw your keys up (hey)
Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (stick around)
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some sugar on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now, woo
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Come pour some liquor on me, honey too
It's a real-life boogie and a real-life hoedown
Don't be a -, come take it to the floor now, ooh
Take it to the floor now, ooh (oops, spurs, boots)
To the floor now, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (tap back, oops, shoot)
Come take it to the floor now, ooh
And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you
Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me too (spurs, spurs, boots)
Sologenic, photogenic, shoot
Writer(s): Nathan John Ferraro, Brian Vincent Bates, Megan Buelow, Atia Boggs, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Elizabeth Lowell Boland, Raphael Saadiq
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