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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Hunt
Vocals
Zach Crowell
Programming
Shane McAnally
Background Vocals
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Matt Stanfield
Piano
Devin Malone
Acoustic Guitar
Josh Osborne
Background Vocals
Chad Cromwell
Drums
Mike Durham
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Rob McNeiley
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Hunt
Songwriter
Josh Osborne
Songwriter
Matthew Ramsey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Crowell
Producer
Shane McAnally
Producer
Ryan Gore
Engineer
Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Well, there ain't enough smoke in my eyes
To hide the kinda games you're trying to play (trying to play)
Honey don't you act so surprised
You know exactly what I'm 'bout to say (what I'm 'bout to say)
You kiss my lips, like you mean it but you ain't that slick
Everywhere we go you keep looking around
Fixing your makeup like it's about to go down
And he walks in, it all makes sense
Suddenly, you're climbing all up next to me, next to me
I ain't no fool, you rascal you
You don't want me, you just want your ex to see, ex to see
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
So, that's why when I pick you up
You always want me to drive your car
So, I can leave mine at your house
And he can wonder where you are
You're right here
Looking sexy whispering in my ear
Everywhere we go you keep looking around
Fixing your makeup like it's about to go down
And he walks in, it all makes sense
Suddenly, you're climbing all up next to me, next to me
I ain't no fool, you rascal you
You don't want me you just want your ex to see, ex to see
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
You just, you just, you just want your ex to see, ex to see
Girl you look kinda cute, called out
You're making it hard to have hard feelings for you now
So, hey, did he really do you wrong
I guess I can play along
I guess I can play along
He walks in, it all makes sense
Suddenly, you're climbing all up next to me, next to me
I ain't no fool, you rascal you
Girl come here and kiss me
I just want your ex to see
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
I just want your ex to see
Ex to see, ex to see
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
I just want your ex to see
I just want your ex to see (girl you look kinda cute, called out)
I just want your ex to see
I just want your ex
I just want your ex
I just want your ex
I just want your ex to see
Writer(s): Josh Osborne, Matthew Thomas Ramsey, Sam Lawry Hunt
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