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INTERPRÉTATION
Beyoncé
Chant
Shaboozey
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Pharrell Williams
Voix supplémentaires
Khirye Tyler
Effets sonores
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Beyoncé
Paroles/Composition
Pharrell Williams
Paroles/Composition
Collins Obinna Chibueze
Paroles/Composition
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Paroles/Composition
Hank Cochran
Paroles/Composition
Harlan Howard
Paroles/Composition
Shawn Carter
Paroles/Composition
Khirye Tyler
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Beyoncé
Production
Pharrell Williams
Production
Stuart White
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix
John Cranfield
Ingénieries complémentaires
Henrique Andrade
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix
Mike Larson
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix
Matheus Braz
Assistance d’ingénierie
Patrick Gardner
Assistance d’ingénierie
Danforth Webster
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jonathan Lopez Garcia
Assistance d’ingénierie
Terena Dawn
Assistance d’ingénierie
Garrett Duncan
Assistance d’ingénierie
Conner McFarland
Assistance d’ingénierie
Nick Sutton
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andrea Roberts
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Leslie Brathwaite
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Colin Leonard
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Paroles
I fall to pieces
Each time I see you there
And I miss all our secrets
So tell me how you been
Lucchese, see the boots (check)
You can hear when I step (step)
Bought a Chevy and painted it red
Money long, it can't fit in the bed
It don't matter what nobody says
Country boy 'til the day that I'm dead (yee-hoo)
You want smoke, I'm the Marlboro man
Cut it out 'fore it get outta hand, ayy
This ain't Calabasas, we don't need highways
We can take back roads (take back roads)
Never been ridin', baby? Step in thar stirrup
Hop on my saddle (hop on my saddle)
Snake on my feet, they rattle (ooh)
And the bag only thing gettin' lasso'd, yeah (gettin' what?)
And I'm still goin' up like a ladder (uh)
And I'm still in the field like cattle
The Cadillac back on the road, we takin' route 44
Just say what you need from the store, oh, oh
Put some grits on the stove
Jiffy cornbread, booty corn fed
Body rolls at the rodeo
I'm comin' home, ooh
Ridin' through just to put my eyes on you
You are the superstar
Everybody's drivin' old new cars
Turn a bad night to a good time
On the trail ride to the zydeco
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home)
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home)
We've come a long way from the rough ride
From the railroads to the rodeos, sweet country home
This for my, this for my
She gone
Ride for your cowboy
And throw that sweet honey on it
So come (so come) with me (with me)
To new life (stick it, stick it, stick it)
You're stuck (stuck) to me (to me)
All night (sticky, sticky, sticky, sweet) (all night)
Foot of flowers and spice (hot, hot, hot, hot) (foot of flowers and spice)
Stuck in me all night (stuck in me all night)
Honey (we're), hey (ridin')
Hey (through the), ooh (night)
Honey (we're), yeah (ridin')
Yeah (through the), taste like (night)
Honey (we're), ayy (ridin')
Oh (through the), taste like (night)
Honey (we're), ayy (ridin')
Ayy, think of my
Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)
Buckin' (yeah), whoa (yeah)
Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)
Buckin' like a mechanical bull
Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)
Buckin' (yeah), whoa (yeah)
Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)
A good night (yeah) flow, money is full (yeah)
Look at that horse, look at that horse
Look at that horse (look at that horse)
Pretty as hell, au naturale
Dinin' on farce (dinin' on farce)
Buckin', buckin'
Whoa, buckin' (yeah)
Buckin' (buckin'), a good night
Whoa, yeah
Your patience is thin (uh-huh)
Your hormones is right at the rim
You was just goin' in (huh)
Fuck it, do it again (let's go)
A-O-T-Y, I ain't win (let's go)
I ain't stuntin' 'bout them
Take that shit on the chin
Come back and fuck up the pen (yeah)
Say the things that I know will offend (uh, yeah)
Wear that shit that I know start a trend (uh)
Take the Bugatti out for the spin (ooh)
Ain't no top, feel the wind on my skin
Ooh, ooh, ooh, snakes on the den (uh)
They hissin', don't listen to them (let's go)
They bite every once and again
But it gets stomped on when we
Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)
Buckin' (yeah), whoa (yeah)
Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)
Buckin' like a mechanical bull
Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)
Buckin' (yeah), whoa (yeah)
Buckin' (yeah), buckin' (yeah)
A good night flow where the money is full
Look at that horse, look at that horse
Look at that horse (look at that horse)
Pretty as hell, au naturale
Dinin' on farce, uh
Buckin', whoa
Buckin', buckin' (hmm)
They yankin' your chain (yankin' your chain)
Promisin' things that they can't (things that they can't)
You the man at the bank? (Bank)
Is you is or you ain't? (Is you is or you ain't?)
Hit the runway, I'm late (runway, I'm late)
Pops got pictures to take (take, take)
It's in my DNA (ayy)
Look at my mama, it's a trait
Say the things that I know will offend (woo)
Wear that shit that I know start the trend (woo)
Take the Bugatti out for a spin
Ain't no top, feel the wind on my skin
Ooh, ah
Buckin', whoa
Buckin', buckin'
Buckin' like a mechanical bull
Writer(s): Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Pharrell L. Williams, Shawn C. Carter, Collins Chibueze, Harlan Howard, Terius Gesteelde-diamant, Hank Cochran
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