Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hope Tala
Vocals
Isaac Mailach
Cello
Yasmeen Al-Mazeedi
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hope Natasha McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Baca
Producer
Brandon Garcia
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I lick their hands clean of bark and bite
So they can sleep deep at night
Ah, all my girls like to fight
I wish I could throw the first punch
But purity curbs my tongue
Ah, oh, and I'm not gonna be the one to try
You like to make me suffer
Thought we loved one another
Ghosts of all your old lovers around
Be quiet, don't make a sound
'Cause all your girls like to fight
I like to make you suffer
Thought we loved one another
Ghosts of all my old lovers around
Be quiet, don't make a sound
'Cause all my girls like to fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
All my girls like to fight
One with the baseball bat in the pen
Two with the sword, stick, strike and defend
Three with the kick-spin, make her the kingpin
Closes her eyes when she's counting to ten
Four with the bullseye shot
Five with the flare when the target's hot
(Mmm, mmm)
Six with the stake pushed straight through your heart
Seven's a tough one, selfish and smart
Eight with the reflex fast, it's a defect
Looks in your eyes when she strikes, it's an art
Nine with the arrow and the bow
Ten with the Glock, stashed away on the low
(Mmm, mmm)
You like to make me suffer
Thought we loved one another
Ghosts of all your old lovers around
Be quiet, don't make a sound
'Cause all your girls like to fight
I like to make you suffer
Thought we loved one another
Ghosts of all my old lovers around
Be quiet, don't make a sound
'Cause all my girls like to fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
All my girls like to fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
All my girls like to fight
(Mmm)
Throw the first punch
Now that we're done
Better put on your gun
Put your fists up or run (ah)
(Mmm, mmm)
(Mmm)
Throw the first punch
Now that we're done
Better put on your gun
Put your fists up or run (ah)
(Mmm, mmm)
Writer(s): David Baca, Hope Mcdonald, Brandon Garcia
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