Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lana Del Rey
Vocals
Dean Reid
Bass Guitar
Kieron Menzies
Mellotron
Zachary Dawes
Piano
Loren Humphrey
Drums
Darren Weiss
Drums
Evan Weiss
Guitar
Benji Lysaght
Guitar
Tyler Parkford
Hammond Organ
Michael Riddleberger
Drums
Mikey Freedom Hart
Piano
Sean Hutchinson
Drums
Woozy Biff
Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lana Del Rey
Songwriter
Zachary Dawes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lana Del Rey
Producer
Nicolas Jodoin
Assistant Recording Engineer
Travis Pavur
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Congleton
Recording Engineer
Dean Reid
Recording Engineer
Kieron Menzies
Recording Engineer
Zachary Dawes
Producer
Jack Antonoff
Recording Engineer
Laura Sisk
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
John Rooney
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jon Sher
Assistant Recording Engineer
Will Quinnell
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You don't ever have to
Be stronger than you really are
When you're lying in my arms, baby
You don't ever have to
Go faster than your fastest pace
Or faster than my fastest cars
I shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better
I wanted to reach out, but I never said a thing
I shouldn't have done it, but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better
I wanted to call you, but I didn't say a thing (Two, three, four)
[Chorus]
Ah, I'll pick you up if you come back to America
Just hit me up
'Cause this is crazy love
I'll catch you on the flip side
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up
We'll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far
We'll hit up all the old places
We'll have a party
We'll dance till dawn
I'll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones
Your favorite liquor off the top shelf
I'll throw a party all night long
[Verse 2]
You don't ever have to
Be stronger than you really are
When you're lying in my arms
And honey, you don't ever have to
Act cooler than you think you should
You're brighter than the brightest stars
You're scared to win, scared to lose
I've heard that war was over if you really choose
The one in and around you
You hate the heat, you've got the blues
Changing like the weather, oh, that's so like you
The Santa Ana moves you (Two, three, four)
[Chorus]
Ah, I'll pick you up if you come back to America
Just hit me up
'Cause this is crazy love
I'll catch you on the flip side
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up
We'll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far
We'll hit up all the old places
We'll have a party
We'll dance till dawn
I'll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones
Your favorite liquor off the top shelf
I'll throw a party all night long
[Outro]
Ah, I'll pick you up if you come back to America
Just hit me up
'Cause this is crazy love
I'll catch you on the flip side
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up
Written by: Lana Del Rey, Zachary Dawes