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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kidd G
Kidd G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nolan Herrmann
Nolan Herrmann
Composer
Jonathan Gabriel Horne
Jonathan Gabriel Horne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Salvador "Better Call Sal" Majail
Salvador "Better Call Sal" Majail
Mixing Engineer
Nimorii
Nimorii
Producer
Nolie
Nolie
Producer

Lyrics

There's cigarette smoke all over my clothes
But cheap booze on my breath
They're not quittin' 'til there's nothing left
I swear I ain't mean for things to go the way they're going
I found myself inside this bar without knowin'
It's gonna kill me, another double shot of bottom shelf
Now, the bartender's finding the real me
We both said things we can never ever take back
So I'm drinkin' 'til I don't feel things
I already know she's somewhere halfway home
Singin' a song about movin' on
I took it past a point of fixing shit
I should've listened when I had the chance
Now, my baby's dancin' with another man, with another man
So who's gon drive my truck back home?
After one more shot, I'll be gone
Guilty conscious driving me insane
I thought the bottle could ease my pain, oh no
I fucked up this time, I told her I changed but once again I lied
So many sorry's, but I'm drunk right now would you call me, oh
These neon lights are messing with my eyes
Ain't up to no good since she said goodbye
Went for a drive to clear my mind, damn
Then I found myself inside this bar without knowin'
It's gonna kill me, another double shot of bottom shelf
Now, the bartender's finding the real me
We both said things we can never ever take back
So I'm drinkin' 'til I don't feel things
I already know she's somewhere halfway home
Singin' a song about movin' on
Now, we're past a point of fixing shit
I should've listened when I had the chance
Now, my baby's dancin' with another man, with another man
I'll take Jack or Patron, Rumble shots have never done me wrong
Hell, what's that Crown talkin' bout tonight
When she says my drinkings what started the fight
Ooh, woah, come home, come home
Ooh woah, woah, oh
I'm way too drunk inside this bar and they all know it
She done killed me, only bottom shelf shots of the real me
Written by: Jonathan Gabriel Horne, Nolan Herrmann
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