Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kip Moore
Vocals
Oscar Charles
Drums
Hank Born
Electric Guitar
Will Lynde
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kip Moore
Songwriter
Dan Couch
Songwriter
Oscar Charles
Songwriter
Hank Born
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kip Moore
Producer
Oscar Charles
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Joel McKenney
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There's passion dripping off your summer skin
All I wanna do is, baby, breathe you in, yeah
Just like a lighter to a field of hay
I can turn a blue sky, baby, black and gray, yeah
[PreChorus]
Little spark, little smoke
Comes to flames
Just let it go
[Chorus]
I'm your West Coast, baby, come and burn me down
To the ground like California
I'll be your Sex on Fire, you can take me high as the sky
I'm coming for ya
Coming for ya
Coming for ya
[Verse 2]
Ain't nobody else for miles around
No one gonna come and put us out, yeah
We'll just burn into the deep of night
Smolder on my shoulder in the morning light, yeah
[PreChorus]
Little spark, little smoke
Comes to flames
Just let it go
[Chorus]
I'm your West Coast, baby, come and burn me down
To the ground like California
I'll be your Sex on Fire, you can take me high as the sky
I'm coming for ya
Coming for ya
Coming for ya
[Chorus]
I'm your West Coast, baby, come and burn me down
To the ground like California
I'll be your Sex on Fire, you can take me high as the sky
I'm coming for ya
[Chorus]
I'm your West Coast, baby, come and burn me down
To the ground like California
I'll be your Sex on Fire, you can take me high as the sky
I'm coming for ya
Coming for ya
Coming for ya
[Outro]
There's passion dripping from your summer skin
All I wanna do is, baby, breathe you in
Written by: Dan Couch, Hank Born, Kip Moore, Oscar Charles