Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tate McRae
Tate McRae
Vocals
Flo Milli
Flo Milli
Vocals
Grant Boutin
Grant Boutin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tate McRae
Tate McRae
Songwriter
Ryan Tedder
Ryan Tedder
Songwriter
Grant Boutin
Grant Boutin
Songwriter
Tamia Carter
Tamia Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grant Boutin
Grant Boutin
Producer
Ryan Tedder
Ryan Tedder
Executive Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I've got some blood on my hands I've got some blood on my hands I've got some blood on my hands (mm) Held you in the night I kept all your secrets in a vault inside my mind I was so prepared to let you cross all my lines I was so prepared to fight a war on your side So where'd it go, boy? One second you were beggin' for my time then Boy, you're schemin' like you outta ya fuckin' mind, and, boy You forgot I got a lotta pride and choices Didn't think that I'd go Dance like I can't be bothered, know it kills you Bounced back and found another, and he hates you Oh, baby boy, you're seein' stars And it fucks you up so hard Dance like I can't be bothered (I can't) when I'm half-drunk Moved on and found another, you're my worst one Oh, baby boy (boy), you're seein' stars (stars) And it fucks you up so hard (oh-yeah) Got a new man to please, fallin' for you is a damn disease Holdin' it down, I knew you was messin' around, you wanna go play in the streets But you know me, I ain't goin' for that, I hit the club, and I'm throwin' it back One walk through and 'em niggas attack, so when they call, I answer that Okay, had a couple drinks and he fallin' (fallin') Stars in the whip, it's cream bitch, I'm ballin' (ballin') Boy, get a grip, I'm sick of you callin' (callin') He don't believe it's over, he stallin' (he stallin') I'm pretty and worth it, my feelings ain't hurtin' Won't stay if it ain't workin' Didn't think that I'd go Dance like I can't be bothered (oh, no), know it kills you (kills you) Bounced back and found another, and he hates you (oh) Oh, baby boy, you're seein' stars (stars) And it fucks you up so hard (so, so, so, so hard) Dance like I can't be bothered (I can't) when I'm half-drunk Moved on and found another (found), you're my worst one Oh, baby boy (boy), you're seein' stars (stars) And it fucks you up so hard Blood on my hands (I got hands on my hands) I've got some blood on my hands (I got blood on my hands) Yeah, I move as fast as I can (ooh) And I know it fucks you up so hard (ooh) Blood on my hands (ooh-ooh) I've got some blood on my hands Yeah, I move as fast as I can And I know it fucks you up so hard (ah) I've got some blood on my hands (ah) I've got some blood on my hands (ah) I've got some blood on my hands (ah, ah)
Writer(s): Ryan Tedder, Tate Mcrae, Grant Boutin, Tamia Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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