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INTERPRÉTATION
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Chant
Megan Bülow
Megan Bülow
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Paroles/Composition
Elizabeth Lowell Boland
Elizabeth Lowell Boland
Paroles/Composition
Raphael Saadiq
Raphael Saadiq
Paroles/Composition
Megan Bülow
Megan Bülow
Paroles/Composition
Brian Bates
Brian Bates
Paroles/Composition
Nate Ferraro
Nate Ferraro
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Production déléguée
Killah B
Killah B
Production
Nate Ferraro
Nate Ferraro
Production
Raphael Saadiq
Raphael Saadiq
Co‑production
Stuart White
Stuart White
Ingénierie de mixage
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Production
Mariel Gomerez
Mariel Gomerez
Production
Alex Nibley
Alex Nibley
Ingénierie de prise de son
Hotae Alexander Jang
Hotae Alexander Jang
Ingénierie de prise de son
Andrea Roberts
Andrea Roberts
Ingénierie
Matheus Braz
Matheus Braz
Assistance d’ingénierie
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

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 –, 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 – ain't pretty (– ain't pretty) Rugged whiskey (rugged whiskey) 'Cause we survivin' ('cause we survivin') – 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 –, 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, 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 of the 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 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 –, 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 –, 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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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