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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BEXAR
BEXAR
Performer
Chris Ryan
Chris Ryan
Lead Vocals
Logan Turner
Logan Turner
Background Vocals
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Programming
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass
Fred Eltringham
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Reid Shippen
Reid Shippen
Programming
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Ryan
Chris Ryan
Songwriter
Logan Turner
Logan Turner
Songwriter
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Producer
Michael Mechling
Michael Mechling
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Reid Shippen
Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Balding
Jeff Balding
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
White sheets, you and I'd wake up
To the sound of the waves
Halfway through our trip
We both were wishing we could stay
Living life down there
No, we didn't wanna get back on that plane
Six months after tuning nineteen
Yeah, we spent that whole spring break
[Chorus]
Wasted
Out on the beach, we were pouring
Shots until two in the morning
And we danced, kicking sand on that speaker
And baby
We said we'd never forget this
But just like your T-shirt, we left it in Cancun
It was heaven when we were
Never getting old, never letting go
Down in Mexico in that motel room
[Instrumental]
It don't matter where I sip that drink
Girl, I still taste your lips
Sunburned days and your hair
Slipped through my fingertips
Every time that I hear that song
I'm right back on that trip
We were spending our time
Girl, but none of that time was
[Chorus]
Wasted
Out on the beach, we were pouring
Shots until two in the morning
And we danced, kicking sand on that speaker
And baby
We said we'd never forget this
But just like your T-shirt, we left it in Cancun
It was heaven when we were
Never getting old, never letting go
Down in Mexico in that motel room
[Instrumental]
I know it's been a while
But when I think of you, I get
[Chorus]
Wasted
Out on the beach, we were pouring
Shots until two in the morning
And we danced, kicking sand on that speaker
And baby
We said we'd never forget this
But just like your T-shirt, we left it in Cancun
It was heaven when we were
Never getting old, never letting go
Down in Mexico in that motel room
Written by: Chris Ryan, Logan Turner, Ross Copperman
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