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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kesha
Kesha
Vocals
Rogét Chahayed
Rogét Chahayed
Programming
Nate Mercereau
Nate Mercereau
Guitar
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kesha Sebert
Kesha Sebert
Songwriter
Rogét Chahayed
Rogét Chahayed
Songwriter
Eric Burton Frederic
Eric Burton Frederic
Songwriter
Justin Tranter
Justin Tranter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rogét Chahayed
Rogét Chahayed
Co-Producer
Nate Mercereau
Nate Mercereau
Co-Producer
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Producer
Ethan Shumaker
Ethan Shumaker
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Engineer
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I have boys in every country code
Just a rolling stoner on a roll
I'd bring the cowgirl out and cock them guns
Always leave before the cowboy comes
Then I met you Saturday night
I tried to run away
Sunday morning, I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me
Had a flight booked to Japan
But you took me by the hand
Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me
I'm walking on air
Kicking my blues
Everything stops when I'm with you
So slide over here
Tell me the truth
I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh
Never thought about that wifey life
Wedding bells just made me wanna die
But when you grab me and you spin me 'round
You really screw my head up upside-down
Then I met you Saturday night
I tried to run away
Sunday morning, I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me
Had a flight booked to Japan
But you took me by the hand
Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me
I'm walking on air
kicking my blues
Everything stops when I'm with you
So slide over here
Tell me the truth
I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh
If you can't handle these claws
You don't get this kitty
Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride
Pull you by the belt, recognize that you're mine tonight
Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride
Pull you by the belt, recognize that you're mine tonight
I'm walking on air
Kicking my blues
Everything stops
Woah, when I'm wearing
When I'm wearing, baby, nothing but your boots
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, nothing but your boots
Oh-oh-oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Ah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Nothing but your boots
Ah-ooh
Written by: Justin Tranter, Kesha Sebert, Ricky Reed, Rogét Chahayed
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