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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
White Reaper
Performer
Anthony Esposito
Vocals
Hunter Thompson
Guitar
nicholas wilkerson
Drums
Ryan Hater
Keyboards
Samuel Wilkerson
Bass
Nick Wilkerson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Esposito
Songwriter
Hunter Thompson
Songwriter
nicholas wilkerson
Songwriter
Ryan Hater
Songwriter
Samuel Wilkerson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Taylor
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Mansfield
Assistant Engineer
Jason Hall
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Jay Joyce
Producer
Court Blankenship
Producer
Lyrics
So I woke up with a curse
I was searching I was looking through the purse
Taking measures to defend
Me 'cause you swore you'd always treat me like a friend
And I always fall
A little short in front of you
Yeah I always fall
A little short in front of you
Alright, and if you still won't go
Tell your sister that I told her so
Tie this shirt into another bow
Take a dip into the stash you stole
If you think I'm gonna leave that golden girl
Up alone all night
I may have tricked myself, she couldn't shake it
So I guess you might be right
So it's easy to believe
Well I suppose it simply wasn't meant to be
Well my mother told me first
She said when things are getting bad, look out they might be getting worse
And I always fall
A little short in front of you
Yeah I always fall
A little short in front of, a little short in front of you
Alright, and if you still won't go
Tell your sister that I told her so
Tie this shirt into another bow
Take a dip into the stash you stole
If you think I'm gonna lay that golden girl
Up alone all night
I may have tricked myself, she couldn't shake it
So I guess you might be right
We're gonna keep the lights down
Keep the lights down, keep the lights
Keep the lights down, keep the lights down
Keep the lights
Keep the lights down, keep the lights down
Keep the lights
Keep the lights down, keep the lights down
Keep the lights down
Alright, and if you still won't go
Tell your sister that I told her so
Tie this shirt into another bow
Take a dip into the stash you stole
If you think I'm gonna lay that golden girl
Up alone all night
I may have tricked myself, she couldn't shake it
So I guess you might be right
Writer(s): Samuel Wilkerson, Nicholas Wilkerson, Anthony Esposito, Ryan Hater, Hunter Thompson
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